Bed Of Flames lyrics

[Intro: Illmaculate]
Bed Of Flames
Don't sleep

[Hook: Illmaculate]
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I wake and I rise from these ashes
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I wake and I rise from these ashes

[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
I lay in a bed of flames at night when I rest
And was born with an empty space inside of my chest
Since life is a test, I strive for the best
And use The Art Of War as my personal guide to success
I read it cover to cover then redefined
Each idea when I discovered another between the lines
My genius mind's a tool for combat
I prefer seclusion over human contact
I work in private, unearth a prophecy
And ghost-wrote the first philosophy heard from Socrates
The herb has got to me, I'm nervous constantly
Screaming in the mirror at this f*ckin' person mocking me
I'm ready to die, that's what's kept me alive
I've already said my goodbyes
Ignorance is bliss, but dressed in disguised
I think that's why you idiots are content with your lives
[Hook: Illmaculate]
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I wake and I rise from these ashes
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I wake and I rise from these ashes

[Verse 2: Illmaculate]
Listen
I'm every known disease that the globe has seen
King Cobra, feeding on the souls of kings
My strokes of genius were too close between
'Til I found the fabric of time and broke the seams
I defaced and now [?] Rosetta Stone
Erased the translations and etched my own
Yes, I'm known to feed on flesh and bone
When I'm dead, the only death I'll regret's my own
Refused to budge
The truth's I'm just a canibal
Using booze and drugs to boost my buzz
Throw me in jail later, my cell mate'll be food because
I'm a hell-raiser if I smell vapors of human blood
Believe it as fact and beef with Illmac
You need every dead rapper just to even the match
I exceed where you slack, achieve what you can't
Run a mile in three minutes flat, carrying the team on my back
What
[Outro: Illmaculate]
Yea
Ill-motherf*cking-maculate, man
Sandpeople, B-Sides
You a lucky motherf*cker to be in possession of this sh*t, man
And I ain't just a f*cking battle rapper, man
Know what I'm saying?
I just gotta make tracks like these every once in a while
To remind you I'm better than you
Remember that sh*t