Illmaculate "Back On It" LYRICS

New album "Clay Pigeons" available at http://illmaculate.bandcamp.com/album... Verse 1: I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later I been smoking all day homie, name your flavor Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny 'cause I'm making paper Shit I'm grinding but I ain't a skater, flyer than the aviator Wash my hands and dry 'em, it's been a day of labor I ain't a baker but tell 'em I want my cake in layers Catch me walking on water, but I ain't your savior I got that wet on me, call me T. Boone Pickens He drill for water, when he find it, that's what we do spitting (What you mean?) What I mean is what you need, you get it Stuffing profit in they pocket, hah, that's how we use rhythm Reboot system, ain't no stalling, got a renewed engine Less you bitches paying me, don't worry about what we do pimpin' Needle dicks, acting like some preschool children Got 'em fiending, feed em, now they OD'ing off me Look how the needle did 'em I don't ball, right? What you mean you tripping And what you call life, I call that thing you livin Swear to God once I started you can see you finished Power of the California governor with T2's image Swear to God when Arnold was catching bodies on the screen Tupac was dropping knowledge on the scene That's not poetic justice But what is, is him shooting two cops Should've bodied 'em, topple the machine We on Citizen's Watch For every unarmed civilian killed, we taking two innocent cops Fight the rules of politicians that fight to rule They won't listen 'til we snatch they kids from they private school Hook: But I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later I been smoking all day homie, name your flavor Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny 'cause I'm making paper I'm off that bullshit, I'm off that bullshit I'm off that bullshit, fuck it, now I'm back on it (x4) Verse 2: They tapped my celly, ditch the phones Glass of henny, sippin slow Fuck 'em all, clap a fed and dig a hole to fit his bones Napa valley vintage flow with Machiavelli principles You can't protect me from not having any, get your own If I front it to you, bring it back, the give-and-go Stockton pass, off the package, that's my kid Malone Ain't no middle men, we get it where the shit is grown Swear we been here so long, we should visit home My connect gives it low, now I'm in my zone I'm like him, when I spit, I'm taking limbs from clones More like Walt White... fuck Walt Disney! Think it's all hype? I'll assault Mickey Stomp Minnie, run up on y'all kiddies Slip 'em all mickeys, feed 'em malt liquor, yeah, all Mickeys Told my mom I'd make enough to build a small city Promised before they take me out, I'll take 'em all with me Hook