Unsound (Raw Material Album Version)-Mars Ill

[ti:Unsound (Raw Material Album Version)] [ar:Mars Ill] [al:Raw Material] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Unsound (Raw Material Album Version) - Mars Ill [00:27.65]Excuse me am I unsound because I sound uncomparably creative [00:31.51]Cause I create and expound astoundingly is that why you're intimidated [00:35.55]I make my music for the few [00:37.26]Who can appreciate the extent of what I do [00:39.09] [00:39.62]My opinions on what's d**e appropriately differ from you [00:42.81]Like gentiles differ from Jews that's true [00:45.82]But I wait my mailbox daily for a new labkilik tape [00:48.74]More crews should place weight on what you're saying when the mic's on [00:51.40]Yo if Pete nice and search really do a reunion song [00:54.14]I'm calling all the request shows yelling 3rd bass is the bomb [00:57.25]I long for the days when being talented meant you were first [00:59.71]The subculture remains the same but it seems the earth is reversed [01:03.10]So I write scripts in pantomime whip the cat of nine [01:05.71]Spit the battle rhyme that shifts the paradigm [01:08.58]Split space and time open to reveal I'm d**e in any period [01:11.60]On point like a pyramid in a myriad of rhyme styles [01:14.31] [01:16.63]'Cause I climb the Nile and swim the Ozarks [01:18.61]Blend street smarts with prose with god given skill but still [01:21.96]My genetic strands don't come close to composing who I am [01:24.82]Some will never understand this combination of child and man [01:28.74] [01:38.95]Believe it or not it's the blue eyed believer in the Hebrew Messiah [01:42.82]Yeshua elohim intergalctical designer [01:45.74]Divine like the styler eye on the prize like a fighter [01:48.38]As I strike with the fist of righteousness to your orifice [01:51.49]To the torturous who who have tortured us with your audible lies [01:53.94]I get you open with the hopes that I can open your eyes [01:57.16]When I rise to the occasion like my name was Walter Payton [01:59.84]Inflection of my tone makes certain points hit home [02:02.94]Roam from here to Italy [02:04.05]Such a deep impact on hip hop you'd think maybe a comet was hitting me [02:08.35]Spitting ill soliloquies in a symphony of similes [02:11.05]Connected with the sphere 'cause I can't stand this industry [02:13.82] [02:17.01]I'm tired of floods of words without a single drop of reason [02:19.93]Tired of cats that change styles like the seasons [02:22.08]They're still rhyming monotone directly on the metronome now [02:25.24]If I battle you in the forest and you fall is there a sound [02:28.21] [02:51.07]Like a 6 step to a windmill to a head spin combination [02:53.95]We move from notebooks to tapes to the ears of my congregation [02:57.17]Through tears of aggravation from another generation come my peers [02:59.85]Or maybe from a completely different galaxy [03:01.79] [03:02.37]I burn fallacies like calories [03:03.90]But still the fattest at mastering musical alchemy [03:06.20]Sniping radio rap stars from the balcony [03:08.19]Funny how crystal clearly I'm thinking [03:10.20]But my ideas are shared by no man [03:12.03]At least none that have spoken up this point [03:14.48]But my broken record of a mind hits the same groove repeatedly [03:17.61]I touch on subjects that need to be addressed but who's feeling me [03:20.54]I'm stealing the intellect of astrophysicists [03:22.92]A brain surgeon lyricist [03:24.60]As ill as this is who'll hear and understand me [03:26.86]I wonder will he open the souls [03:28.34]And minds eyes of the lost before I exhaust my duration [03:31.32]If it costs my life my mind my music my very reputation [03:36.13]My god will see my oddities as perfectly honed talents [03:38.88]The world seems bound by evil now [03:40.47]But I'll bow my head to tip the balance