Illusions

Testing properties in space with DaVinci and Socrates
Difficulties strengthen the mind as labor does the body
You fuck with the truth hardly
High Fidelity is a rarity
You're under spells of earthly Pharisees and iron age prophecies
Caveman cultural policies a broken social contract
Still I do what I got to do what the fuck I'm beyond that
Here in the flesh staying fresh like 92 styles of vice and virtue rhyme and reason
Blessings and warnings of the cold season I
It's def how I'm living I just focus on the rhythm
Fuck the criticism break your mind out of prison

Illusions are a misinterpretation of a true sensation
Carved in stone for future generations in suspended animation
MCs rumination on all type of gift
From bitches to hustling to fishing and shit
Smoking this blunt till I'm lit hold on you're never ever going to get it
I would never sweat it or let it go for some weak fool to set it edit edit edit
Don't forget it work hard to get that lettuce
Phasing in and out weed money puss the same shit I've been about with or without
I'm dropping real life science with this shit
Teach you a lesson on how to wire the switch from self-destruction
Producing something from nothing Monsoon in the life-pod escape disaster
For a slave turn master
It is imperative that you question the answer



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Writer(s): Anthony Delucia
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