Illwords - Cruel World Lyrics

HIP HOP ISN'T DEAD... WE'RE KEEPING IT LIVE
Homicide, murder beats, assisted suicide
Feeble emcees, transparent, we see through
Who's too afraid to bite these hand that feed you

This ain't engraving, it's victim an impact statement
Hip hop's been on trial on several occasions
Ya'll rap for the cam because you're in front of it
All lobbyist and publicists we ain't f*cking with
Consciousness don't profit, nor does prostitution
People f*ck you over then say, "I f*ck with ya movement"
The world's cruel, that's the hand of survival
ILLWORDS, bite the curb... leave em dead on arrival

Sharpened edges, left beheaded, choppy message
Death sentence, If I wrote it, then I f*cking meant it
Wordsmiths, ill and literate, murderer's cursive
Murdering words with, curses, words refurbished

Sharpened edges, left beheaded, choppy message,
Death sentence, If I wrote it, then I f*cking meant it
Wordsmiths, ill and literate, murderer's cursive
Murdering words, with curses, words refurbished

Working graveshifts, souls admist grey mist
Looks soulless, I gotta admit, no ones got dope shit
Orange lamps lit, reveal dim wits as graves shift
No condolences when ethered, I've got nothing to dig
Creativity lost spirit, we're carrying spades
And scythes to bury slain emcees throwing shade
Pretruding gates, six feet is shallow to our depth
Whatever doubts you have, illwords will put it rest

Sharpened edges, left beheaded, choppy message
Death sentence, If I wrote it, then I f*cking meant it
Wordsmiths, ill and literate, murderer's cursive
Murdering words with, curses, words refurbished

Sharpened edges, left beheaded, choppy message
Death sentence, If I wrote it, then I f*cking meant it
Wordsmiths, ill and literate, murderer's cursive
Murdering words, with curses, words refurbished