Illgod raps about his childhood, unveiling stuff people born around the 80s would find themselves relating to.
lyrics
[Verse One]
Born in the late 80s
Depraved baby
"Where'd you go Ill?", said Gabriel
"Str8 Hades"
Poppa was broke, so he had to compose self
When Mom water broke, I's had in a closet
All wrapped at the door-steps as Mom finished
The born sinner, the bar spitter - the rug wetted
With prospects and long penis
[Oh Boy chill with the cussed writtens]
Expelled smooth but I didn't really cry
A smack had me yelling like Sindel in her prime
It was done so to confirm that I wasn't a fish
Ever since she conceived, Mom was having these dreams
Crappy it seemed, But I grew to man not having a gill
HMMM.....
A book-worm when I bore in one
Math, poems, comics or a boring one
Had tolls o' dips under thunderstorms
With a little bit of quickie, eating biscuits undertone
Or under one
[Verse Two]
Little me, lost my virginity early
It was this - little chick lookin' like the littlest fairy
Her lips are very pearly - like Belle on the telly
A little older so was versed in the bird-ie
- and the bees
I's about nine, but chill and I'm a' tell ya
We were alone and she revealed her genetalia
Alas, las las my willy did get buried
And in came an adult with a mean face to stop us
- It was grim
Like Eustace's Ooga-Booga mask
Told a friend - "Oh Good Grace, It was Sugar Sugar man"
Brought me fame
'mong the mates and the unscrupulous man
They be like, "There he go, that's Sugar Sugar man"
[Oh Oh]
Listening to Fuji on the gramophone
We're all expected to cool it soon as Grandma's home
At moonlights, or whole nights she reciting poems -
Vocals closer to a baritone
But now, she's very old
[Verse Three]
Used to doodle a lot
Had an episode where "Bill" revolts at the "Pyrrhic-dome"
And he shooting at cops
Who could dare top?
The e pluribus unum in class
Albums ain't original without the Jigga Man arts
Or Kev-D
Lately, it was Authe', but merely perfect
"On the tracklistings are some tracks missing"
Those were the heydays of a hip hop kid
Did a little of the beat-boxing
'fore I took the MPC for sampling these 'plastics'
Collecting dusts
To let me buss these verse in (versine) Ptolemy chords
Its credulous;
How Dad is obsessive with the Psalms
You get a lil' headache, boy you're reading all the Psalms
Get a beating if you're act rebellious
Puerile, nonpareil
You rap? I bury you
With bars impeccable
I swear to God bruv, I miss my childhood;
Where kids had their first names (uh) in a Bible
credits
released July 8, 2018
Produced by Black Intelligence
Recorded by Xplain D Don
Mixed and Mastered by Illgod
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