Mateo

Mateo - Illusions songtekst

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(feat. Dom Pachino) 



[Intro: Dom Pachino] 

Fuck that R&B shit... 

I don't wanna hear that shit 

Shit, is analog, shut up, nigga 

Say, illusions, what what, illusions, I can sing 

Is real, fuck that, it's fake 

I'm God, fuck that, I'm a devil 

You stupid, it's an illusion 

Fuck, it's real, baby, I'm Allah, I'm Allah 

Aiyo, what up, baby, it's real, yo kill that shit, God-God 

Yo, yo, yo 



[Chorus: Mateo] 

Illusions, makes my fantasy, reality 

Illusions, or maybe, my mind playing these tricks on me 

Illusions, as my brain, going insane 

Illusions, everything I see, turns into a dream 



[Dom Pachino] 

Time's change, taught the long range, rips your airplanes 

Adjust your spaceship, guns with wooden grips & rubber grips 

My mind drifts, into the myst, as God exists 

Was the first question asked on my list 

I dug into the past, dealt with math's of getting that up 

So I subtracted it, kid, yo try to adapt to this shit 

I'm rugged, the Terrorist, rocks gold nuggets 

Crush your whole fucking shit, you're crushed 

Could I bumrush, could I come through? 

Blow like the wind, kid, stomp on your crew 

Ya'll shitty, your whole commitee, you try to fuck with me 

Get with me, get-get with me 

Get at me dog, I move like that 

Black, I'm strapped with the automatic mack 

Double dub it, we Digital, Bobby told me that! 

Put away the guns, kid, I always come strapped 

I'm with it, got with it, shit, on it 

Do it, oh! My nigga, he with it 

Mateo, he did the R&B shit, on my shit 

Baby, girl, let me suck a tit, peace 



[Chorus] 



[Dom Pachino] 

It's war, my father only spoke of it 

Ever since he took his first breath 

Momma left, she came back in the picture 

She birthed me, now I'm here, yo, it's war 

Within the body, blood and bed cells 

White and red cells, they all fighting together 

It gets deeper than that, digital splat 

When I come through, hold a gat 

It's war, it's war 

It's war, as an encore, grenades 

Hand grenades, switch blades, rusty screwdrivers 

Knives, try to survive in this trife world 

Devices, magna vices, this is digital 



[Outro: Dom Pachino] 

I come through, it's war 

Killarmy, I love ya'll niggas 

Killa Sin, 9th Prince, Born 

Beretta 9, ya'll the same nigga 

ShoGun, Islord... what? Bobby Digital 

Free, where ya'll be 

I love all my niggas, N.Y.C. 

Philly, that's where I did this track, baby 

You know it, I run all over the globe 

I'm global, fuck ya'll niggas 

By my album, Tera Iz Him 

Terrorist, what, Terrorist shit, that be the name of it 

Peace..
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