TOBYMAC - III-M-I Lyrics

Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and youIlluminati comin' thruIll-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and youIlluminati comin' thru Flow like the Cassius, swing like the ClayOne day, I’m’a make the whole world payWith k.o.'s and okay we bash clots-n-dot-dashYou got that right, I’m’a rock the Morse code tonightTransmit 'n throwin' fits 'n paparazzi like zitsGet flipped out and squeezed fresh like juicy sun kissedAnd if I miss with my missles you’re still gonna sizzle‘Cause I frizzle fry radiation style worldwide You got your pipeline clogged man get that puppy routedYou got the style down and since you don't know about itWho's the loser (I am) because we come in numb loveAnd choicer and did I mention looser (no you didn't) Then I do sir, producer, hit me with the juiceMuch obliged got the head of a mooseSo mount me on the wall of your livin' roomSure to bring the boomSpeakin' like a zoom deep into your tomb And if you feel the vibe glide true it's on youAnd if you need to drive right through it's on you And if your screamin' "moi non plus" it's likeWhat you tryin' to do when you can't fade the true one Eruption type volcanics I got the vocal spurtmaticSuction cup hands upside the slammin' daily planetI do windows (on school days) spill Jim Jones (type kool-aid)All these primrose (style bouquets) I clip those (for doomsday)Got succulent flavor, the uprisen SaviorManifestin' thru these mics, blastin' out your graveyardSavor every bite that TOBYMAC gave yaTurn and tell your neighbor this ball-o-dirt is goin' into labor