Illah Dayz – Ramblin lyrics

[Illah Dayz]
I screamed and shouted, persued it to the table
Crazy cables around my neck, knife at my navel
Ah fifth of jack, my head cracked, tryna stay stable
Blew back, reinact on how Cain killed Able
Smoked the sable from packs of happy face labels
Fable in ya presence, ace king in the essence
The highest proof roof, gable ridge in ya section
At the gig sweatin, wig water for ya blessin
Loose tooth stressing, pain killin, need ah fillin
Street dealin, guessin game, corna's co-chillin
Wildin out villians, hidden coke in the ceilin
Freedom rights unite, peace signs save the children
Civilian rabbles rally's, block clubs for the hood
Abandoned buildings boarded, tore it down where it stood
Yo this part of life, a little bad, mixed wit good
You might say it's hype, others thought misunderstood

[Hook: Illah Dayz]
Made tracks, steps, left my black on the wood
Givin out advice, the feedback pic was nice
Lived on the wrong side, but now the shit nice
I lived on the wrong side, but now that shit nice
(X2)

[June Megoladon]
Shawshank, the mega thinktank
Outflank the learning curve of herbs
Fresh from the curb
My verbs, and pronouns
Literaly let loose and leave you leakin
Physically speaking
Professionally prepared for airin'
Lyrical bearing
Marrow get to flaring over profit sharing
Mclaren F1 go boom
600 lt go vroom
Smoke filled boardrooms
Capatalist caterpillar
Thriller, shark goriller
Iller blunts, nigga get punched through the pillars

[Hook: Illah Dayz]
Made tracks, steps, left my black on the wood
Givin out advice, the feedback pic was nice
Lived on the wrong side, but now the shit nice
I lived on the wrong side, but now that shit nice
(X2)

[Illah Dayz]
We on the porch deep
Feelin like the sun, scorchin wit heat
Knowledge complete, scholars forced in the street
I'm mesmerized, gettin lost in the beat
J beat bums
Down yo, his thoughts like they dumb for coming around
Bottles is broke, cheap wine wet up the smoke
We like damn! Brotha bust up, left wit no coat
Ran like Carl Lewis
Fast, bent off of E and J, kahlua's
Mad fifth's of the shit, we heavy movah's
In the crowd, fuck you lames, ain't no booer's allowed
We the type to rip ah mic, get you hype and aroused
Throw ya hands, if you live and live wild
King on scene, ayo, my style
Like Al Greene slash Pendergrass
I'm tired, I better let it go fast
Take me to the river and crash, wit the last from my stash
I'm out of pocket flash
Fuckin wit trash
It only lead to a fall, make ah brotha look bad

[Hook: X2]

[Lord Jessiah]
Pristine pistol in my pocket I pop it
At your pussy posse
Plottin and piss poor planning youll probably never stop me
Last man standing my war cirlce they murk your proxy
Next level homi, benny blanco in your lobby
My pen catch bodies and also peddle oxys
New clips new burners, your tent flipped over
Humble beginnings, tragic ending the consumate soldier
Youll need tender to hire a hitman, threaten the witness

[Hook: X2]