Ceremony (WHOKILLEDXIX Ceremonial Version)

It's an illusion
All an illusion
(B-B-Boxcutters)

Trace, hollow points finna hammer
Bass through your ear make a dancer late
You can try what you can but replace
You can't stand where I stand
Shut it off
Block the sidewalks, we don't wanna talk
Break his jaw

Motherfuck the law, this a laser dot
You could rot
Say you're fresh, you're not
You boys suck a lot
Put a stop, I wanna take his top
Ratty like an opp

It's an illusion
It's all an illusion

Prep the surface, bound my limbs
Place the chair
Show me what's left

Matching watch with the squad
You can watch my drip from afar
Say he look tough, I been from the start
I'ma stick up to my money like darts
Check it out, I'm rolling my loud
My outfit get down, you drip or you drown
Okay, I'm fresh, fresh, fresh
Just for the fashion a bulletproof vest
Just when I stab him 'cause it was defense
He can't understand nothing, he too dense

I swear, that boy was depressed
I swear, that boy, he a mess
I swear my money on tip, and my bitch is so thick
That I had to put another seat in the whip
Fast, fast, fast, fast
I get the guap and roll up in the Benz
Cuts in the product to split with your friends
Clips in the chopper to cut some loose ends
I'm smoking on Smarties