Texty:
Fake Illusion

the agency for the clients Hypocritical giants, morally non-compliant Orally armed to do bodily harm Polluted, recruited and suited judicial charm And the defense isn't making any sense Faking

tryin' to tell you something that you prolly should know this that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow and ahh, my real friends never hearing from me fake

don't have to think about problems anymore I can make you believe in anything I know that everything's changed But a month of this illusion just so

that's always up late Planet Ais the revolutionary slash nut case A witchcraft black magic, data load up computers A spread the message wrote to you where, when I show illusions

thought I lost it but I found it temptation marches along till I'm surrounded inspired by fire the sensual illusion caught between the crossfire anger

some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one While I'm in the

Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo play I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion On videos

Buck Wid Gail luck lightin' shit up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedoes Tornadoes, compose, compositions equivalent to collisions Or contusions, incisions, illusions

Palmtrees and fun, faboulous sun Hollywoods always like that But nothing is free, even words that you can feel It's just illusion Suddenly you appeared