Nothing’s Changed

By Illmac

On The Red Tape

Released on January 1, 2017

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[Intro]

Tryin’ to tell ‘em nothing’s changed

Nah


[Verse 1]

Pain in our heart, drink in our cup

Head in the clouds, kush in this blunt

Feel the walls closin' in on us

Either that or we’re growin' too much for them to hold us in longer

We want more than what they try to give us

Lighting swishers while I’m writing scripture

A way with words but I fight the sentence

Put that life on the pedestal; money, power and pussy

What’s a life without principle?

All that’s left when I’m gone is the time that I spent with you

Time’s money, every dollar is sense for you

The world’s cold and highly susceptible

Blocks hot, they probably suspected you

Whether proof laws trying to find us some revenue

Think I’m fallin' like head over heels

But I’m on another plateau like “head for the hills”

I’m on another planet, yelling “welcome and chill”

Like the fork in the road of life, gettin' head at the wheel

(For real)


[Chorus: Phonzy]

Sometimes I feel, there’s no better man than me


[Verse 2: Illmac]

Let a heavy strike lift the brain

It’s my pro-test tool to system change

Go against the grain

Loaded clip, inane

I look at life through these tinted frames

Aura cloudy plus I fend the rain

I’m in a different lane. Original. They entertain

Y’all spilling liquor

I swig a fifth and then spill my pain

Sponsored by the drugs that I use, Silver Haze

I substance abuse, gloves and a suit, killed the game

Whether they know it or not

Verses get purposed to straighten souls on the block

Lay low when I plot

My main motive is [?]

Stay focused ‘cause ain’t no one bankrolling my stot, not

But who’s acting like I ain’t hungry

Homeland security searching me, giving me the third degree

Asking me how I make money

Visiting eight countries

Pulling my weight, trust me


[Chorus: Phonzy]

Sometimes I feel, (Oh no, no) there’s no better man than me


[Verse 3: Illmac]

A week in the chest, speak from the breadbox

Let me guess, they thinking they the cream of the next crop

They no-show the practice and want a seat on the Benjie, (huh)

They lucky to even get a seat at the press box

A fast pace game and even the best flop

So I’m grinding counting mileage from re-amps the red stop

Shall I need a minute?

Slow down, don’t get a speeding ticket

It ain’t a foul if the ref don’t see it, is it?

And that’s when G rolled the tree and lit it

Coughed a lung, [?] it up with the legal limit

We dependent, Popeye, yo, I need my spinach

Speaking of which, I’ll squeeze the biscuit before a piece of chicken

Hungry, just trying to make a decent living

With three addictions

Tree money, beats and women

When I seek one then I seem to give in

Chasing all three got me feeling winded


[Phonzy]

Sometimes I feel, there’s no better man than me

(Oh no, no)

There’s no better man than me

(Oh no, no)

There’s no better man than me

(Oh no, no)

Better man

(Oh no, no)

Than me

(Oh no, no)

Sometimes I feel, there’s no better man

There’s no better man

There’s no better man than me

Sometimes I feel

No better man

Sometimes I feel

Better man than me

No, no. No better man than me

No, no. No better man than me

No, no. No better man than me

No, no. No better man than me