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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 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 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/
It’s 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 I’m lampin/
Hip-hop’s dope from the inside, How’s it look from where you’re standin?/
Need a stand-in? Get your hand in, there’s no real need for talent/
Today’s 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 what’s dope and classic song/
Where fly and fresh are automatic, that’s exactly where I’m from/
From beat breaks to the realms of deepspace where stars chill/
The new edition, bump John Gill, it’s Mars ILL…

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 they’ll 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/
Imagination’s strongest station, frequency so you’ll respond/
I’m 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 feel…