[Intro: Dom Pachino]
$#&@ that R&B %#@!...
I don't wanna hear that %#@!

%#@!, is !@#^og, shut up, ^!$$%
Say, illusions, what what, illusions, I can sing
Is real, $#&@ that, it's fake

I'm God, $#&@ that, I'm a devil
You stupid, it's an illusion
$#&@, it's real, baby, I'm Allah, I'm Allah

Aiyo, what up, baby, it's real, yo kill that %#@!, God-God
Yo, yo, yo


[Chorus: Mateo]
Illusions, makes my fantasy, reality
Illusions, or maybe, my mind playing these tricks on me

Illusions, as my brain, going insane
Illusions, everything I see, turns into a dream


[Dom Pachino:]
Time's change, taught the long range, rips your airplanes
Adjust your spaceship, guns with wooden grips & rubber grips

My mind drifts, into the myst, as God exists
Was the first question asked on my list
I dug into the past, dealt with math's of getting that up

So I subtracted it, kid, yo try to adapt to this %#@!
I'm rugged, the Terrorist, rocks gold nuggets
Crush your whole $#&@ing %#@!, you're crushed

Could I bumrush, could I come through?
Blow like the wind, kid, stomp on your crew
Ya'll %#@!ty, your whole commitee, you try to $#&@ with me

Get with me, get-get with me
Get at me dog, I move like that
Black, I'm strapped with the automatic mack

Double dub it, we Digital, Bobby told me that!
Put away the guns, kid, I always come strapped
I'm with it, got with it, %#@!, on it

Do it, oh! My ^!$$%, he with it
Mateo, he did the R&B %#@!, on my %#@!
Baby, girl, let me suck a tit, peace


[Chorus]


[Dom Pachino:]
It's war, my father only spoke of it
Ever since he took his first breath

Momma left, she came back in the picture
She birthed me, now I'm here, yo, it's war
Within the body, blood and bed cells

White and red cells, they all fighting together
It gets deeper than that, digital splat
When I come through, hold a gat

It's war, it's war
It's war, as an encore, grenades
Hand grenades, switch blades, rusty screwdrivers

Knives, try to survive in this trife world
Devices, magna vices, this is digital


[Outro: Dom Pachino]
I come through, it's war
Killarmy, I love ya'll ^!$$%s

Killa Sin, 9th Prince, Born
Beretta 9, ya'll the same ^!$$%
ShoGun, Islord... what? Bobby Digital

Free, where ya'll be
I love all my ^!$$%s, N.Y.C.
Philly, that's where I did this track, baby

You know it, I run all over the globe
I'm global, $#&@ ya'll ^!$$%s
By my album, Tera Is Him

Terrorist, what, Terrorist %#@!, that be the name of it
Peace...