Illiterates is a song written and performed by Ill State featuring Nightwalker and Scatty Stormborn. Produced by Aaron Pelehowski and Oliver "Fade" Torres. Recorded at SOS Studios in Chicago and mixed at Fade Digital Studio. For booking, licensing, and more info please email illstatehiphop@gmail.com or vist www.illstateofbeing.com 

Illiterates

Who else could it be
The best from the keys
Linked up with the best from the 'go 
while the rest invested in fresh fits press kits
Impressing the hoes
We perfected n honed our decadent flows
Direct from the soul to invading the waves infested with clones
Mastered the art of straight wrecking a show
just to let niggas know that were second to no
Man, i swear im destined to blow
But am i determined its questionable
But im building n making connections fasho
So I got a feeling this is the direction to go
Plus the hard work turned to progression it shown
The troublesome shit I done left it alone
Got caught for possessing the chrome
But the lesson is known 
Caused a lil too much stress to the dome
Learned that the bullshit was not for me
When I did the dumbest shit ever n copped a plea
That's what happens when u haven't got a pot to pee
N the attorney talking bout u gotta drop some gs
So a punk pd got tossed to me
N the motherfucker did his job properly
Cause a win for him meant a loss for me
But it's cool cause I'm never let it stopping me
I'm still on top of my words like apostrophes
To the point where it cause animosity
Cause ur arms too short to come box with me
But ill dot ur eye u try crossing t
Then knock ur teeth in for the mockery
So floss n get tossed in Dawson's creek
Or the Kankakee river just cross the street
Soo listen when I mention for ya not to speak
I'm the Boss ya see n paid the cost to be.
Ya heard I don't play n it's not deceit
Ya talking street but impostering 
Ya whole roster sweet n ya posture weak
N dudes that u say can rock a beat cannot compete
They're obsolete 
So stop of the talk of the cocking heat
N don't say low key if its not discrete
I've had it to the top with these
So called m c mockeries  
Industry dudes can swallow d
If ya agree then rock wit me
N y'all  gunna learn
That it aint just talk
N i aint gon stop til im sitting on top
CUz you kno the kid he 
make the bitches get giddy
Broke niggas get shitty
1Cause the city on lock
Cuz we spit it so hot
N get our own chop
N i never had to go n put some shit in no pot
N deliver no rock
I aint a witness
But i will admit this
ive smoke plenty of pot
Its the man with the plan 
N I'm fam with the clan
u know we smoking on some fire
Strand from iran
no slack still scrap
Thats y im branded a man
Still i only feel safe with the cannon in hand
Most scram when it blam
But it can jam in a jam
Still a risk worth taking 
Understand what im sayin
It's my time 
Clock hands playing in the sand
But its work no play
So im staying to the plan
the plans to hit Haze
get blazed with jet
Get up in a daze n hit the stage with fresh
Spit it til crowds amazed impressed
Illest to do it but still aint made the press
But its cool cuz a fool tryina saave the stress
If u aint in the right field u get played to left
So all u dick riding dudes
N bust down bitches
That are Trying get wit this
U can save ya breath 
Cant nobody tell us thaat we aaint the best
No claim to the faame but we caame from less
N aaint nobody fuckin my aims success
If life is aa trial then we acing test
Never smoking less thaan an eighth of sess
Hating so thats prolly y u laames depresse
N ur ex girl said we have amazing sex
I get cold hard caash i aint maaking checks im
Grindin findin dimes to slide in
I hit em with the sly
Never wine n dine em 
I ain't kiddin with ya I ain't got the time to mind em
Shit it took the kid enough time to find em
Cause all around here's some popped ass hoes
Trying to holla at bro cause I got that flow n I'm bout that dough
At the shop like "yo" I'm like bitch get ur ass out that do'
Woah, I need to quit cuz ya kno damn well I got my penis licked
N no it ain't the biggest if ya seen the prick or if ya seen a pic
But I don't geeeeve a shit
Cause I kno ya baby ma will eat it quick
She can meet the list she can be a Vic. Huh?
Be another victim 
Of a ninja tryina get some
Yea it's like that n I'm done in 5 flat hit it like a hi hat
Fuck the rhythm of a kick drum
I got shit to do
She want more dick she can hit the crew
Let em get the choo choo
"On who" you coo coo cahoots
Bitch u know this nothing new to u
 "Yea ima freak" who'd a knew
Prolly got u thinkin like this dude a foo
But there ain't no limit for me
Hooty hoo
cause i took what i was given in the beginning 
and ran with it
butt naked bare footed 
barley could handle this scandalous land 
that i landed abandoned and stranded in
but on my arrival respect i demanded it
punk tried to play me like a mandolin
wanna keep me in the dumps like im sanford n 
son but i take the lumps just to stand again
cause never am i giving up i got a plan to win 
but i cant pretend...

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