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Illuminatic Video (MV)




Performed By: Antwine
Length: 1:52
Written by: Christian Antwine




Antwine - Illuminatic Lyrics




F*ck a pen Ima use some blood
Do some gruesome stuff
To a stupid slut
Then I use her blood
Flowing through her gut
As a human pen
For my music buzz!
Pentagram on the kitchen floor
With a slaughtered lamb
An Ouija board
Got the stitching torn
On her midriff for
Doing C Sections
On the kitchen floor!
Illuminatic premonition
Got a nigga wishing
He could kill her
Get a record deal
Get in Pac position
People stop and listen
Major platform
Minus getting killed
Gimme Hovs cash
Em Skill
Spitting raw
Mass appeal
Then this
Soul is yours
Take this vessel bend it to ya will!
Use it as you please
Put me on the scene
Mega movie star
Put me on the screen
Legendary bars
You know what I mean
Live a lavish life
Everything I've dreamed!
Never tell me I ain't ever gonna make it
With this music that I crafted in the basement
When the radio is overcrowded
Now that
Talent isn't even needed just to make it!
(Hmpf!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Your soul is mine for eternity
When ya sign this line Bitch you work for me
If I say it do it
Better get in tune if
You want everyone to go and play your music
You are not a human
You are just a puppet
Live your private life
Open to the public!
Paparazzi stopping traffic while ya driving
If you sign it you will never end the madness
Only way to get up out of this prison is suicide
Put cha ina casket!)

I hear a lot of talk
Not a lot of action
What I gotta do
For you to bring the magic
All you ever do
Is talk a lot of shit
Never have I ever seen you be about it

(Spit!)
Spit?
(Spit a flow that's formidable!
Then and only then will I allow you
To benefit from this ritual!)

Benefit you f*cking Benedict
Why'd you flip the script
Dial Eminem
I just killed my wife
And this little lamb
Damn it you n I we had a vision man this is homicide
I have different plans
Than to rot and die
Inside a prison man!
This is not alright if I'm getting canned
I will not survive San Quinton Damn!
You did it
Man
You did this
Wit ya mood switching
And ya
Stupidness
Got me losing it
Cause in two minutes
Betcha 2 cops
Come with coon vision
But if you fix it
I can do different
Get a new house
With like 2 bitches
And a fat slut that can do dishes
And suck my dick like it's food in it but if
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F*ck a pen Ima use some blood
Do some gruesome stuff
To a stupid slut
Then I use her blood
Flowing through her gut
As a human pen
For my music buzz!
Pentagram on the kitchen floor
With a slaughtered lamb
An Ouija board
Got the stitching torn
On her midriff for
Doing C Sections
On the kitchen floor!
Illuminatic premonition
Got a nigga wishing
He could kill her
Get a record deal
Get in Pac position
People stop and listen
Major platform
Minus getting killed
Gimme Hovs cash
Em Skill
Spitting raw
Mass appeal
Then this
Soul is yours
Take this vessel bend it to ya will!
Use it as you please
Put me on the scene
Mega movie star
Put me on the screen
Legendary bars
You know what I mean
Live a lavish life
Everything I've dreamed!
Never tell me I ain't ever gonna make it
With this music that I crafted in the basement
When the radio is overcrowded
Now that
Talent isn't even needed just to make it!
(Hmpf!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Your soul is mine for eternity
When ya sign this line Bitch you work for me
If I say it do it
Better get in tune if
You want everyone to go and play your music
You are not a human
You are just a puppet
Live your private life
Open to the public!
Paparazzi stopping traffic while ya driving
If you sign it you will never end the madness
Only way to get up out of this prison is suicide
Put cha ina casket!)

I hear a lot of talk
Not a lot of action
What I gotta do
For you to bring the magic
All you ever do
Is talk a lot of shit
Never have I ever seen you be about it

(Spit!)
Spit?
(Spit a flow that's formidable!
Then and only then will I allow you
To benefit from this ritual!)

Benefit you f*cking Benedict
Why'd you flip the script
Dial Eminem
I just killed my wife
And this little lamb
Damn it you n I we had a vision man this is homicide
I have different plans
Than to rot and die
Inside a prison man!
This is not alright if I'm getting canned
I will not survive San Quinton Damn!
You did it
Man
You did this
Wit ya mood switching
And ya
Stupidness
Got me losing it
Cause in two minutes
Betcha 2 cops
Come with coon vision
But if you fix it
I can do different
Get a new house
With like 2 bitches
And a fat slut that can do dishes
And suck my dick like it's food in it but if
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Writer: Christian Antwine
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