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Figment Of My Concentration - Illogic
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Figment Of My Concentration Illogic

Figment Of My Concentration - Illogic
[Verse 1]
Can you even attempt to handle the manhandling, hook-grappling, channel change strange happenings?
Rearranged then tackling
Refrain from acting ‘cause I’m back-smacking the wack rapping who lack backing
While against the grain, Ill’s traveling constantly, still brain freeze like rapidly eating ice milk
Voice of silk I spilt across Blueprinted melodies, swallowing
Contents of continents, feeding from my Columbus following
Using consonants and vowels
Interlaced in omnipotent styles, what you talk I allow my bowels during movements
Who went to levitate crowds from the ground roots?
I down stoop and speak facially, vocally in breaks the fake will be
Nice in my presence but talking distaste of me in the comforts of my shadow
So battle and find your feminine side
Get in touch with it ‘cause it’s showing your innermost rib glowing from the masculine attain

[Sample]
(Have mercy!)
(Have mercy!)

[Verse 2]
Be sure to grab your umbrella when it rains
And I’ll make sure I explain how you don’t wanna strain the ions in your chain
Flatten ‘em, some mind gray metal with my stiletto [?]
I’ll [?] your growth by botany magic
Host to the parasitic tragic no frills
See Ill has no time to add water to your cheese skills, see the deals?
Grab hold and swing for a lifetime
It’s thoughts that shake and shiver whenever my hand the mic finds
‘cause it knows it’s safe and the flows are great
Loves the verbal intake as we stand in weight plan waits for the ballers to deflate
Accompanied by hot air balloon suppliers
Liars who think hip-hop’s some play in which they’re playing their part
Killing off for the sport of it
Be sure to quit when I expose you like a confidence
To refute your nonsense with a comment in my eyes is an accomplishment
For your action there’s a consequence and I’m inflicting punishment
Rippin’ some cunning spit, you’re backtracking, slacking off
You’re one of those kids who turns their head and cough
Letting some old man fondle you while you sit silently in a windowsill
Your little shield won’t protect ya yet ya attempt to block the shockwaves
I got slaves who picks the crowds I’ll deface
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