"Perspectives of the Ill" a Prephix/Mistah Tate collab
 

Mistah Tate: I'd like to welcome you all to the "Perspectives of the Ill", grab yourself a seat and read carefully. This is a message for all you haters, all you hoes and all you bitches. Take it pre.


Prephix:::
ayo, I'm not exactly the protype of a perfect being/
But I give daps for ya raps while you fake what ur seeing/
How come you play the role of an unknowing sole/
the purpose is love and with the we're given a broader road/
may not have chains engraved or made of roles gold/
But greatness isnt measured by how many cd are sold/
1-2-1-2 am I on?/
might as well catch my last batch in this song before its gone/
I have respect for my brothers/
but the worlds cold and we dont shoe love to one another/
But the pages of my rhyme scrolls hold pains/--
flames, rain, tears drained, and fear/
So as long as I got a voiceboxx then I will be rhymin for years/
Children in a crib listenin to curtis blow and the prophets/
and grandkids on some biggie and pac spits/
Topics are made to hold points/
but I hold one point and thats the sharpness of my joints/
I appluad a nice job from studio or computer to the finger tips of internet users/
But I give love to piracy, becuz bootlegs get words out too/
Jus becuz I dont recieve a profit turned for another CD burned, its all coo/


Mistah_Tate:::
I dont really like to be too confrontational
But sayin half yall niggas fake is simply undebateble
U smile in our faces and say we write hot shit
But when pre and tate gone you switch modes quick
Callin me ya brother and then a bitch when i aint there
Mad cuz I got it and you dont, who said life was fair
Stop concentratin on me and worry about yourself
I'm sorry that I overshadow you, I can't help myself
All I can say to you is elevate and try harder
Hop off my dick first, cuz man i aint ya father
Clamin you hate my style, but u love to copy me
I'd copy me too, I'm hot rollin wit Ill Philosophy
Tryin to bring RV to a completely new level
We leavin you below us like yo first name devil
I smell that bullshit u talkin, before i hear a sound
You couldnt carry my wieght if I only wieghed a pound
You dont impress me much, naw, u dont impress me at all
If u eva need a ghostwriter then give a nigga a call

this was alrite, flow was there kinda all depends on reading speed, use multis, get creative, atleast ya'll dont talk about guns, keep it real peace out!

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