All the Above - Illy, Thundamentals

Yo, allow me to introduce, allow me to redirect your views

Allow me to reconnect the roots, ready shoot

Stick and move, flicking ciggies at the suits

I got too much soul to be fitting in them boots

Could be the love of lifestyle, rhyme or coin

But whether I’m here to light, write or buy the joint

The fuck you sweating on my final choice

Aussie rules baby, fact is, my goals is beside the point

You dig?

I’m deep, they shovel you shit by the week

We speak, we mean something, they sheep, they just bleat

The chase and foreverlutionaries link

We steady the ship, these motherfuckers look ready to sink

And elsewhere, i’ll see that they dealt fair

Beat 'em in life, die, meet 'em in hell, and beat 'em as well there

Can I get a hell yea (hell yea)

Fuck bel air, the fresh prince of m e l’s in here, and

I ain’t in it for the fame, I’m in it for the love

I ain’t into getting framed, I ain’t into getting cuffed

Y’all already know the name, we came get it done

This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above

Ayo it’s obvious

There’s plenty of half wits that are more popular

But ain’t too many artists that could open up your oculars

Yo what it is

Went from anonymous to eponymous to bombing shit

To this posish where ain’t nobody stopping us

All aboard the rocket ship

I’m taking y’all to outer space

I display astounding grace while haters eating sour grapes

This is for my people feeling out of place

I’m working on another album mate so grab your calendar and count the days

Time’s ticking on simpleton rhyme spitters

The wickedest bi-linguist my lyrics worth five figures

Some people think that it’s hard to define brilliance

But I find the definition reflected in my mirror

Don’t mean to brag and boast

But we’re ripping the maddest quotes

The difference 'tween a panadol and sniffing on a gram of coke

Consider this the antidote to the anti-dope

Kicking cannon balls at ya cantaloupe now adios yo I’m a ghost

I ain’t in it for the fame, I’m in it for the love

I ain’t into getting framed, I ain’t into getting cuffed

Y’all already know the name, we came get it done

This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above

Up and at 'em, my body nothing but a vessel

Use to wonder what would happen

Once the dust had come to settle

But for now I’ll probably down a couple red bulls

Help a brother butter up his mental

And rush in another schedule

I’m running amongst the madness, rusty has-beens

Asking «who's that fucker Tuka?

Snatchy, he raps in funny accents»

Wants some monkey magic

Suck on my banana

While I fly on carpets

Munging cactus with my pack of mayan shamans

Lion hearted, enlighten darknesss, my mind is universal

Catch me chatting with tiny martians

In hybrid human circles, my life’s a music journal

Inspired by buddha sticks and stupid shit

I’m kinda quirky, like a stanley kubrick flick

(The voice of god) I join the dots

Like manuva and tuna fish, who is it?

Holler at your boy, get in tune with it

Dropped it like it’s nuclear, I’m getting suited up

Thundakats and Illy on smash from here to Jupiter

I ain’t in it for the fame, I’m in it for the love

I ain’t into getting framed, I ain’t into getting cuffed

Y’all already know the name, we came get it done

This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above