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Mars ILL - Mars ILL
(from the album Raw Material)
© copyright Uprok Records/Sphere of Hip Hop Records/Mars ILL

Verse 1:
Put reverb on my vocals, I donít want to repeat myself/
Like no one else before or after on the grill of the mic/
Mars ILL, in the still of the night when the feeling is right/
Look through the eyes of a planet, grip my pen and I write/
For the children I fight, with force of millions I strike/
But those willing to bite are winning the spotlight/
Itís not right. You feed the multitudes with 7 years of famine/
Musical mentors span from Hanson to Marilyn Manson/
I illuminate the path of the righteous when Iím lampin/
Hip-hopís dope from the inside, Howís it look from where youíre standin?/
Need a stand-in? Get your hand in, thereís no real need for talent/
Todayís heads are overentertained and underchallenged/
Keep it balanced the words you say behind the doors of where you stay/
The sanctuary of your cage to the safety of the stage/
Turn the page like Robert Plant and plant my feet on better days/
Emcees who slept for days, you know they must be swept away/
Far and away, few and far between whatís dope and classic song/
Where fly and fresh are automatic, thatís exactly where Iím from/
From beat breaks to the realms of deepspace where stars chill/
The new edition, bump John Gill, itís Mars ILLÖ

Verse 2:
Keep your finger on the pulse of ink pumping through my veins/
Thumbing through the pain, running in the seventh lane/
The bane of my existence derails my train of thought/
I bait the hook for the resistance, hope and pray that theyíll get caught/
Ought not step to my cypher, or get removed like a tumor/
Crash in the sea of inexperience like JFK Jr/
Sooner than Oklahoma, known to bomb your whole persona/
On the works of God I meditate to break the way you wanna/
Smoke your marijuana cash crop, move product on the blacktop/
A genocidal backdrop, and cats still give you mad props/
Track stops, rock on upon the rock beyond/
Imaginationís strongest station, frequency so youíll respond/
Iím there for you to lean on like Morgan Freemon/
Cooler than some freon, light up the mic device like neon/
My word, it be bond, so Satan can simply be gone/
El Shaddai commissioned, attack mission be three pronged/
Go back and forth like ping pong with Dust the elusive/
And sing songs of hope for the abused plus the abusive/
Recruited to martyred on the cross of mass appeal/
Mars ILL, here to redefine how music makes you feelÖ