Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you. Illuminati comin' thru. Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you. Illuminati comin' thru. . Flow like the Cassius, swing like the Clay.
Tell me where its hurting. Are you burning?. Running just to catch your breath. And going nowhere. It's getting old when you feel like you got nothing left.