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Ions
album cover
Ions was released on September 18, 2026 by Universe Goods Co. as a part of the album Illmad
AlbumIllmad
September 18, 2026
LabelUniverse Goods Co.
LanguageEnglish
BPM76
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Grab the mortar and pestle and mix the ashwagandha
I cannot be beefing nobody they wrestling Oxford commas
Get your grammar checked, we was sleeping on bamboo mats
And I still chop it up with the finest like an ex-Benihanas chef
Back when I Used to pack a zip of that
Jack Herer in black pajamas
Bitches rejected me, i was lacking aura
Now they tryna catch a concert
Asking why I'm back to rapping
That's like asking why Batman always gotta go back to Gotham
You find your zen in the zodiac predictions or bible bashing
I'm hitting the lips and smashing nicotine patches
We coping different
Try to see the future in the stars and scripture
All I see is future fascists acting like they actually Christians
Rappers barely pass the Turing
But the diamond testers blipping
What's mine ain't mined, you'll find that I prefer it
When ice is missing
I tried to tell em, my timing twisted
Quantum molecular level pistol pumping
The iron precision is ion splitting
Shit, oh my god
Came from outer space sounding like wildlife
Blast it from the skyscrapers this is hi fi
It's a plane it's a bird, it's some sci fi
Oh my god
Jumping off the rooftop and watch em sky dive
Steady landing every drops, he got 9 lives
It's a plane it's a bird, it's some sci fi
I see these foul souls been rabble rousing the townfolks
Legend of my return's carried on whispers in households
Feel like The smell of victory wafting in front of a hounds nose
Emerge from my outpost and rappers doing the child pose
The Ground froze when i patrolled the perimeter
Coated my quill with corrosion inhibitors
Seal the kiss of death with a stroke of my signature
Then upload to distributors
These Women pressed my bitch a flex
Like the Rosie the riveter
Soaking gold in baking soda and vinegar
Throwing stones at the throne of the emperor
Walking dead roaming like the ghost of Caligula
This aint my home ima visitor
My body a temple, soul is a prisoner
Eyes rolled skimmin the Akashic records
Like Combin thru literature
This Road was chosen for a lonely ronin
My Journey in charcoal
And ochre on cave walls, foretold in omens
Don't waste my time and offer no condolence
Over Moments stolen
Im billowing smoke signals no one noticed
While i pick apart my life and lose the plot
That i was poking holes in
Notice the nodus tollens overrode my own emotions
Prop the floodgates and hold em open, i'm overflowin
Feel like a droplet of water thats tryna hold the ocean
Shit, oh my god
Came from outer space sounding like wildlife
Blast it from the skyscrapers this is hi fi
It's a plane it's a bird, it's some sci fi
Oh my god
Jumping off the rooftop and watch em sky dive
Steady landing every drops, he got 9 lives
It's a plane it's a bird, it's some sci fi
Written by: Abhi The Nomad, Illmac
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