(Verse #1) I left my footprints on the ocean?s waves before the storm came/ But form changed to man overboard sinking self-aware/ Thinking no one?s there
[Chorus:] Heads rush and faces blush when the fader gets touched There's not much time to rhyme and sometimes it's not enough Touch mics, touch Christ
[Chorus:] that which is done that will be done and nothing is new thats under the sun that which is done that will be done and nothing is new thats under
your intellect and look you in the face/ Are you tired of being lied to? That?s all we?re asking/ It?s time for a change, Mars ILL, enter the dragon? (
points hit home Roam from here to Italy Such a deep impact on hip-hop you'd think maybe a comet was hitting me Spitting ill soliloquies in a symphony
(Verse #1) It?s a common theme. The world is monotone and mean/ It?s grown into a full-blown bag of bones that holds reserves of self-esteem/ And it?
[Verse 1:] I think, therefore I am fresh, stand next to the next man And can bless fans, decks and mics Come correct like I was right, but when I write
[Chorus:] We fly the pen like a pilot when it's time to begin Fight to win with the power that makes the sky bend We got to end to make room for the
[Verse 1:] Put reverb on my vocals, I don't want to repeat myself Like no one else before or after on the grill of the mic Mars ILL, in the still of
Without me, it's all just hype men, dat tapes, and back up dancers Hold my banner for knowledge, wisdom and understand integrity Every city Mars ILL goes
the status quo, BREATHE SLOW/ You got more cons than pros, BREATHE SLOW/ You got fisticuffs to throw, BREATHE SLOW/ Ayo, your boss told you no, BREATHE SLOW/ Say Mars ILL
(Verse #1, Pigeon John) I live on the road, a modern day hobo/ Trained to eat quick and expect the low blow/ Get what you can from a dried up hole/ In
is better than it sounds/ This is everything it took to separate me from the ground/ This is levitation 101. We tread upon the clouds/ And make a name for Mars ILL
(Verse #1) I live the high life with lowlifes who want life to go/ Down the middle of the marketplace where souls are bought and sold/ In Rap Olympics
(Verse #1) If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then the mouth is the door/ Where the pieces exit freely way beyond your control/ And they?re not
(Verse #1) Building in a cell block, shocked at the mystery/ Unlocked the misery kept inside his body?s chemistry/ And when he?s by himself, he has to
point at them and wave your fist/ Media?s agenda becomes the mark on your head and plus your wrist/ This is just in case you doubted that Mars ILL was