Illusions

Lyrics

[Chorus: Hell Razah] This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream [Verse 1: Hell Razah] Aiyo, you rappers don't amuse me with your crystals or Uzis Industry groupies, living after movies They Scarfaced my race, some support hate Life's a court date, some die to escape so hold your weight Y'all niggas brag too much, fuck with us, we bag you up And use the same clique that you thought would back you up It's '98 eliminate bait and open gates Enough of chains and whips, let make brains eclipse We all claim we rich, hold thugs in crypts Forgot about the seeds growing up seven to six Fuck a Benz with tints, I got the Razah prints Y'all rappers love idols, there it is I'm convinced Burn my contract, mental combat And stomp your battle rap with a Vietnam track Red and white Sadaam rap sippin' Cognac I bet you didn't know that the real Jews are black I tell the truth cat where your mind jewels is at? The world or the heavens? God or the reverend? Your girl or your weapon? Christ or Armageddon [Chorus: Hell Razah] This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream [Verse 2: 60 Second Assassin] Here in this life, big cities a dream On the low it's a scheme, a fiend that clock green Without jocking somebody's sting, about the plot You pull the ox, who pull the stash out the lock, yo what up Ack? About ready to pull the rabbit out the top Platinum gold oops upside your knot, now nigga stop Now nigga please, you ain't really ready to roll them sleeves With your three degrees forty below, enough of recipes Tight jeans, hype and don't know what nothing means Acting like you Billie Jean selling how to be a fiend When your loves about black marketing a nigga for his cream And the Big Apple it ain't always what it seems You might get fooled she's a queen From out of town wagging her swing All around with she glasses and women asses Is what made men jack asses Everything including your company jacking You niggas asses for your ransom And next thing you know they got a nigga dancing Chancing him out of his advancements And how y'all gonna pay back these back taxes? This ain't healthy for your assets It's like your face done been bashed in your career ain't happening After the monkey wrenches and forks done been stabbed in [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Intriguing to the ear but bitter to the heart I begin to take part in the art of dart throwing Starring the Wu-Tang swordsmen Raindrops fall the block remains hot Steam rises from the streets which forms the clouds That I move through, renew my stainless sword style Allah has spoken, the golden code of silence has been broken Mic terrorist, 'shroom, brew wickedness improves As I ascend and expand extend I seen men Fall from grace tryna trace the origin But there is no beginning or end to the lifeline Sunz of Man forever shine through the mic line [Chorus: Hell Razah] This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream [Verse 4: Prodigal Sunn] A sad case of a rap star, permanent scar caught in the rapture Of the bar code, he was more sold like Old Gold Parasuco, industry whore, bitches adore Truly yours, peeling me more, enemies raw Ill and hardcore, ready for tour, shaking breaking jaws Making new laws opening doors, healing my sores Blessing the poor, the art of war, read lesson four Verse one, regarding starring, and the starting artist Another target on your market style is garbage You get bombarded, whole clique slapped retarded Pussy harded MCs bleed slugs to the body It's physical domination, lyrical laceration, brutal termination When you fuck with the federation Collaborating with my nation Discussing allegations conversating about the downfall of Satan Ghetto frustration keeps my head piece aching Constant motivation keeps my world in rotation [Chorus: Hell Razah] This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream This rap game ain't what it seem Artists get cream, turn fiend, selling people a dream [Outro: Hell Razah] Cars? Women? Huh living lovely? Penthouses? What you think it's about? Not getting paid? Having fame? Having everybody loving you running up to you? What you think it's about? Think it's about teaching? Think it's about giving up jewels? Giving something for the children to look up to? What you think it's about? This rap game...y'all gotta figure that out...This rap game