From Hell Below

just some elevator music till we get this shit going, 
Much More coming soon.....

   - RadioFonic Oddity

Intro - the waiting

The nightmare

The LAST STAND

The Fonic

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they call him
illmef hymselv

I’m illmef hymselv
Hits shipped from the shit shelf
Quick as my misfit dick swells
At first scent of the clit smell

My whit spits a sick script well
Spoken minstrel
High on the Wonkavator
And my index picks hell

I went from popping pimples
To popping big pills
On my big wheel
With big rims hidden by my pupils

I’m funny just to laugh at
Not to laugh with
Adult cannibal fat kid
Dyslexic case basket

Horny half-lit Hamlet
Rappin bat caves
Worth of bat shit
Now I’m drug addict of Bob Sagets

One armed bandit half-zipped
Smacked the rabbit
Manic about my Xanax habit
Lost my tablet now I panic
Am I half drunk or just a halfwit?
Phonic stop fucking laughing

they call him
illmef hymselv

White guy running the wrong game
Like Byrd hauling parquet
Cornered the market in a dark cage
 
Left it a prohibition barmaid
With the moon to stargaze
Now I’m the rapper with a hard “A”

I eat snatch when I’m starving
Before lady taco barfs spray
I trace her carpet with a sharp blade
         
Or a verbal hatchet
I slander rap maggots
And smash commandment
Tablets on the backs of bad catholics

Too bad I’m trapped captive
In my schizo-mind expanded
Piercing social facets
And slashing klan necks

I blindly cross my mind’s eye
From shadow shines my limelight
To get my mind high
And find my life as finite

What a fine night
Way high with Thai chicks
Getting H-I virus
By Aphrodites that used to slight us
Now call me highness
Dick clear your sinus
And tell ‘em why worldwide they’ll buy this

they call him
ILL







They Call Him ILL (web

ill&fonic is made up of Fonic Oddity and Illmef Hymselv. The two artists are from Detroit and like the city they're from pay no attention to labels or genres. Making noise that replicates the inner decay and rust of the city that they love.