Illusion
War & Sin Lyrics


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Yo
Who the fuck
Got banished to the back of the class
To pass grass
Blew it out the window
Smacked ass, vacuous
Flat abs, statuesque
Immaculate tracks smashed
The back of the pack
Is what's happening
We all pass, so what's cracking
Take a fucking crack at him, captain
Or keep it shorter than an acronym
Man of war
Four fingers, one thumb
Times two
I will find time to find you
True story
A forty and a bag of the snort
The Old Glory tore him
Back to the fort flooring
Forewarning!
I'm on the back nine to cash signs
Seeing patterns like tax time
Mind over matter for the latter
Is a clap trap
Tap it to combust
Dust crumbles with a touch
I tuck thrust-ables
Lust over luck, untouchable
Trust the gut like what lovers do
Now I'm backed by a pack of thieves
You act whack, we attack
With elastic reach
Fuck facets of passive peace
You fast, I feast
I max the capacity
Choice is elusive
Illusion of choice
Voice is useless
Hubris and noise
Void and fruitless
Still I speak
Til my vocal waves break things
It's a master and a slave thing
Choice is elusive
Illusion of choice
Voice is useless
Hubris and noise
Void and fruitless
Still I speak
Til my vocal waves break things
A matter of
Battles to wars
Saddles to swords
Cattle to stores
A habitat of savages formed
The children of
The kids of the corn
We ill and abnormal
Fiddling with militant forms
We willing to warn you
Fascists, I flash the flak jacket
Passive, past tense, I'm massive
Masked men, who's asking?
Do the mathematics
Outta control - Attica, Attica
Start a riot, capture the soul
Take a step back
Retrace the rhyme scheme
Dead that, my team?
Shines like a high beam
I mean - You can feel it
In your King Tut gut
Serpico's dying, a herd to a lion
I'm vertical flying
A perp to a siren
Assertive and silent
A lit wick
In the mix like Bisquick
Ride me like a body board
Hottie in the Audi four door
Wanna try me?
All it takes is perfect timing
The knife swing caddie corner
Out of order
Borderline king
He's an underdog supporter
What sort of disorder
Got him boarded in Corcoran
Ordering hot meals
Like I'm courting a courtesan
Peel - Or jet
Like a subtle hue of black, fool
That dude
Permanently stained
Like a tattoo
Lyrics like a switch stance
Handstand manual
Kill it like a span
Of brick canvas by vandals
I'm a bruiser
A show and prover
A fully loaded Luger
A Fugitive




From Lucifer's shooters
Judases!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to War & Sin's song "Illusion" delve into themes of rebellion, personal empowerment, and the deceptive nature of choice. The opening lines vividly depict a rebellious figure who is marginalized in society but defiantly challenges the status quo. The use of provocative language and imagery, such as passing grass and smacking ass, serves to portray this individual as unapologetically defiant against social norms.


The song continues to explore the concept of choice as an illusion, emphasizing the futility of voice in a world dominated by hubris and noise. The lyrics suggest that true freedom and power lie in one's ability to think independently and make their own decisions, rather than simply conforming to societal norms. The reference to being backed by a pack of thieves suggests a unity among those who reject passive peace and actively challenge the constraints imposed upon them.


The second verse introduces a more militant tone, where battles escalate to wars and the singers are likened to savages. The children of the corn symbolize a generation that is both abnormal and ill, unafraid to challenge oppressive systems and willing to warn others about the dangers they pose. The lyrics evoke a sense of rebellion and resistance against fascist ideologies and oppressive forces.


Overall, "Illusion" reflects a sense of defiance and resistance against societal constraints, while also questioning the true nature of choice and the illusions of voice and freedom.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo
Hey


Who the fuck
Who got


Got banished to the back of the class
Got kicked out and sent to the back of the class


To pass grass
To smoke marijuana


Blew it out the window
Exhaled the smoke out of the window


Smacked ass, vacuous
Hit on attractive but empty-headed individuals


Flat abs, statuesque
Having a toned physique and looking like a statue


Immaculate tracks smashed
Destroying the competition in rap battles


The back of the pack
Being in last place


Is what's happening
Is the current situation


We all pass, so what's cracking
We all succeed, so what's going on


Take a fucking crack at him, captain
Try to challenge him, leader


Or keep it shorter than an acronym
Or keep it brief like an abbreviation


Man of war
A warrior


Four fingers, one thumb
A hand with four fingers and one thumb


Times two
Doubled


I will find time to find you
I will make time to locate you


True story
This is a factual account


A forty and a bag of the snort
A forty-ounce drink and a bag of cocaine


The Old Glory tore him
His patriotism was shattered


Back to the fort flooring
Returned to the stronghold's ground


Forewarning!
Warning in advance!


I'm on the back nine to cash signs
I'm close to achieving financial success


Seeing patterns like tax time
Recognizing patterns like during tax season


Mind over matter for the latter
Mental strength is more important for the latter


Is a clap trap
Is a deceptive trick


Tap it to combust
Activate it to explode


Dust crumbles with a touch
Dust falls apart by a simple touch


I tuck thrust-ables
I hide weapons


Lust over luck, untouchable
Desire for success over relying on luck, feeling invincible


Trust the gut like what lovers do
Follow instincts like lovers do


Now I'm backed by a pack of thieves
Now I have the support of a group of criminals


You act whack, we attack
If you behave poorly, we will retaliate


With elastic reach
With flexible influence


Fuck facets of passive peace
Disregard aspects of calmness without action


You fast, I feast
While you fast, I indulge


I max the capacity
I reach the maximum potential


Choice is elusive
Having options is hard to come by


Illusion of choice
Perception of having choices, but they are limited or manipulated


Voice is useless
Having a voice doesn't make a difference


Hubris and noise
Arrogance and loudness


Void and fruitless
Empty and unproductive


Still I speak
Nevertheless, I express myself


Til my vocal waves break things
Until my words have a strong impact


It's a master and a slave thing
It's a relationship of dominance and submission


A matter of
A question of


Battles to wars
Small conflicts to large-scale wars


Saddles to swords
Riding horses to using swords


Cattle to stores
Herding cows to selling them in stores


A habitat of savages formed
A place where wild and violent people have gathered


The children of
The offspring of


The kids of the corn
The young individuals from rural areas


We ill and abnormal
We are sick and abnormal


Fiddling with militant forms
Experimenting with aggressive ways


We willing to warn you
We are ready to inform you


Fascists, I flash the flak jacket
Authoritarians, I show off the protective vest


Passive, past tense, I'm massive
Inactive, in the past, I'm huge


Masked men, who's asking?
Unidentified individuals, who wants to know?


Do the mathematics
Analyze the situation


Outta control - Attica, Attica
Completely chaotic - a reference to the Attica Prison riot


Start a riot, capture the soul
Incite a rebellion, grasp the essence


Take a step back
Withdraw for a moment


Retrace the rhyme scheme
Go back and analyze the structure of the lyrics


Dead that, my team?
Drop that, my group?


Shines like a high beam
Gleams brightly like a car's high beam


I mean - You can feel it
I mean - You can sense it


In your King Tut gut
In your gut instinct


Serpico's dying, a herd to a lion
Serpico, a character, is dying, and from a crowd, emerges a leader


I'm vertical flying
I'm soaring high


A perp to a siren
A criminal to a police siren


Assertive and silent
Confident and silent


A lit wick
An ignited fuse


In the mix like Bisquick
Involved like the baking mix Bisquick


Ride me like a body board
Use me like a surfing board


Hottie in the Audi four door
Attractive person in a four-door Audi car


Wanna try me?
Do you want to challenge me?


All it takes is perfect timing
Only precise timing is needed


The knife swing caddie corner
The knife swing in a diagonal direction


Out of order
Not functioning properly


Borderline king
Almost a ruler


He's an underdog supporter
He supports those who are underestimated


What sort of disorder
What kind of confusion


Got him boarded in Corcoran
Got him imprisoned in Corcoran


Ordering hot meals
Requesting spicy dishes


Like I'm courting a courtesan
Like I'm pursuing a highly paid companion


Peel - Or jet
Leave suddenly


Like a subtle hue of black, fool
Like a slight shade of black, fool


That dude
That person


Permanently stained
Permanently marked


Like a tattoo
Like body art


Lyrics like a switch stance
Lyrics like changing stance


Handstand manual
Doing a handstand with instructions


Kill it like a span
Execute it flawlessly


Of brick canvas by vandals
Created by rebellious artists on a brick surface


I'm a bruiser
I'm an aggressive fighter


A show and prover
Someone who demonstrates and proves their abilities


A fully loaded Luger
A gun fully loaded with ammunition


A Fugitive
A person on the run from the law


From Lucifer's shooters
From the devil's gunmen


Judases!
Betrayal!




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Written by: Alex Jublou

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