Ill Tone

Ill Tone

BandHip HopSinger/Songwriter

Other Info

Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

All Mixed Up

Written By: Chris Hamilton

Verse 1:
..The definition of a back pack rapper/..nap sack full of flap jack batter/..cuz I never know where I'm gonna be/ when I wake up, I need my breakfast to eat man/

..This time I've gone off the deep end/..with my lyrics, the critics are freakin'/..cuz I may have said some stupid shit/..reminiscent of the type o' shit I used to spit/

..But I ain't 14 anymore/ I've learned of war..between bein' hardcore/ and believin' what I know is right within my hearts core/..it's all part of my art form/

..The battle always leaves my heart torn/..I wind up half right and part wrong/..and so they're one in the same/ merely a mirror image of each other in vain.

Chorus:
..I can't tell right from wrong/..can't seperate the pipes and bongs/..up is down and left is right/ darkness is light..in this day turned night/

..Ignite my fuse..with a glass o' water/..spendin' money that I don't have to get my cash in order/..nowadays any fault is luck/..lend me a hand..I'm all mixed up.

Verse 2:
..Stand me up in front a panel of critics/..I'll write a verse within a minute and proceed to spit it/..the room in which I sit..everybody up in it/ is captivated 'til the last bar is finished/

..They say my knowledge is deep..they perceive me to be/ the next MC to reach his peak/..so I seek..the oracle of Earth/ to find out if it's true for whatever it's worth/

..And so I looked upon an orb of clairvoyance/..they say 2 outta 5..say my voice is annoyin' (Ha!)/..so I throw up a peace sign/..and leave my future behind/

..Paradox's and oxymorons/ similies, metaphors it's all on/ one song..so they're one in the same/ merely a mirror image of each other in vain.

Chorus:
..I can't tell right from wrong/..can't seperate the pipes and bongs/..up is down and left is right/ darkness is light..in this day turned night/

..Ignite my fuse..with a glass o' water/..spendin' money that I don't have to get my cash in order/..nowadays any fault is luck/..lend me a hand..I'm all mixed up.

Verse 3:
..I got 'em stuck between a hammer and an anvil/..garbage MC's fillin' in the landfill/..stand still this mans will is damn ill/ old folks..yellin', "What in the samhill!?"/

Is happenin' with the youth/..kid's are rappin' out their radical views it shouldn't matter to you/ but..still ya stare/..wonderin' if one day I might make myself a millionaire/

..If so, how the hell did he do it/ rebellin' to prove that I'm part of the movement/..movin' on stage with a rage..that burns within/ I turn it in to passion and serve the fans/

..So this one's for them/ I become one of them when I plug in my headphones/..and so we're one in the same/ merely a mirror image of each other in vain.

Chorus:
..I can't tell right from wrong/..can't seperate the pipes and bongs/..up is down and left is right/ darkness is light..in this day turned night/

..Ignite my fuse..with a glass o' water/..spendin' money that I don't have to get my cash in order/..nowadays any fault is luck/..lend me a hand..I'm all mixed up.

I'm all mixed up..
I'm all mixed up..
I'm all mixed up..
I'm all mixed up..