AgIL + Musician in Chicago, IL

AgIL - The Situation Year: 2011 Album: Momentum Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

Two Man Crew - Rise of da 90's Babi Year: 2011 Album: Stairway To High Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

(AgIL) I keep da illest like eatin fishes, ya get it im feelin da kushajuana, im willin ta push a pound in a minute, this delivery is quicka neva disapointin' kiss the ring or kneel and dome it, but they know if, the flow is the ho getta, leave'm on the floor chokin, throat achin, 8 niggas get it, pussy look like raw bacon you'll marry a harlot, waitin fa her ta lay ya, im breakin down her walls later, call me afta 9 bitch ill fit you in my scheduo, money ova vagina, i got enough already yo, there he go, gettin so wasted he can barely walk, but im neva soft, break em off like a quarta pound, somebodi come get these hoes, for i take em home, havem fightin in my livin room, which bitch they gon have ta bone me wit, only for homies, women by the twenties, they here to mingle, they aint strippers, we aint bring no singles unh... they say they singers, i dont bvelieve 'em, she wit her_boyfriend, told him she was leavin wit a girlfriend, thats a lie, a lie to my advantage, my nigga keeps the cannon, just in case her man's embarrased, im chairman, so they starin, hairpin, triggas all the way back, spray da ceiling, i need clearance, now we got the place wrecked, stepped outa da mess like a civilian, driva to da left banana peelin, the wheelman, the stainless steelman, hear women children in the background, i got the fat cow, and now im burnin down ya village, thass sum chi shit, drillin apples 'n smoke em thass american pie shit, man on da scanner askin dispatch where he can find me, im in da zone, rollin 20 blunts, dome a 5th o paul masson, indulgin in the reason i been killin all these songs, in case you wanna die i got the respirator on, so you can see me take the world..... (Just One) niggas runnin down da street, tryna rob me fa my heat, but ima leave em slippin on da sleet, ion really care, got the pistol smoke in the air, yall know who this is and i am here, boutta set the world on fire, mothafuckas know who dis is and im born to be higher, i don really care, born ta make these niggas expire, born to rise to da top, throw they ass in the drier, prespire listen closely, you'll be afraid, cuz da words'll hit ya mind like the tip of a blade, run up in a nigga spot like an organized raid, mothafuckas wildin out like they up in a rave, i dont give a fuck, niggas gettin down on da floor, put the knife up in da couch and bounce around in they drawers, i already found a little but im bound ta find more, put the pistol in ya mouf until i find me a score, now dass raw saw a broad, grabbed her by da hair, bitch started movin around, told me she was scared, i don really giva fuck, tel ya boyfriend "here, gimme da combination or ima start ta air" open up a beer, cuz it took me sum time, until they saw da slugs pierce a man in his spine, had ta sacrifice a body cuz these niggas was lyin, so they betta soon deliver or its end of the line, now dass fine, cuz i don giva damn if they fall, i jus wanna grab the loot and put the thang to dey skull, toldem this woulda been betta if ya chose not to stall, now i gotta lay ya down, put ya brains on da wall ...Agil, just one

AgIL - The Darker Leaves Year: 2010 Album: Stairway To High Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

I wish there were new ways In da streets tryna make a lil change, tryna get paid, I kno' shortys, half my age, they crave shawtys, and strap up fa aids, packed fa days, in a lil backpack wit Atari, and a jacket, fast lil bastard away from da traps, basic map of his neighborhood, sorta like the back of his hand in the back of his cranium, trained from the wolves, no raising him, maybe he'll make it, or be taken to the graves before his time, (time) blind eyes, you don't need to see, to feed a family of three, I'm scraping, and I'm cooking and I'm scramblin fa cheese, handling my damage, plus the cannibis's free. So... (Chorus) Why da fuck am I targeted from birth maybe it'll turn If my niggas eva learn but until we change our work shit just gon get worse picture me not perfect spit my soul fa what its worth (x2) Oh fa real.... Fa real, yes I feel, targeted bargained with, hard to shift my consciousness, when all this shit, accumulates, ruminate, my few in da bank, mama say, ima pray and I get high, Ima blaze but the slangin's a habit of its own, change, but the cliche's home sweet home, days, but the nights be best when I'm gone even if I neva cut a check from'a song, cuz what we make's the best, and we kno, I ain't got the ice on da chest cuz it shows, found my steps, now i'm sitting in a crevice mj on my breath Why da fuck am I targeted from birth maybe it'll turn If my niggas eva learn but until we change our work shit just gon get worse picture me not perfect spit my soul fa what its worth (x2) oh fo'real