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+**************************************************
+Acceptance Speech[Ill Bill]
+First and foremost, a toast to my Mom & my Pop
+My daughter and my wife, there’s no one more important in my life
+Without them I wouldn’t be alive in the literal sense
+And in the mind, they are my inspiration to grind
+My reason to live, rest in peace to my grandmothers and my uncles
+Y'all molded the person I became and for that I love you
+It’s difficult to explain through lyrics how much I miss you
+Please accept any success I’ve achieved as a tribute
+A testament to your impact
+And influence on everything I’ve ever did, you’ll forever live
+I never been a religious person but still bear witness to a higher power
+Some only pray in their final hour
+But I remain grateful for my blessings
+Thankful to the most high, for the many gifts whether present
+Past or futuristic, blessed to be able to express myself through words
+And give thanks using the lyrics
+
+(Interlude)
+The winner is…
+Ill Bill… number one
+I feel very grateful, very humble
+I wanna thank everyone
+I’ve waited a very long time
+I dedicate this to you for believing in me
+I just wanna say… thanks… thank you
+[Ill Bill]
+Secondly I’d like to address where it all popped
+From Farragut Road to your block
+Gargling booze, and saw god sparking a doob
+Marketing crude, sharpening tools, we're martyrs & goon shooters
+That shoot constant modern day Goose Gossage
+Ice cold though, Siberian summers appear hotter
+Quite bold like a Nigerian underwear bomber
+Dope war, folklore, coke whore smoke more
+Morbid epitaph, Sordid tortured past provoke more
+Try to stab me with a knife to be exact
+Spitefully attacked, trifling and wack, grimier in fact
+Than any award or any rap, any whore or any rat
+Close the door on petty crap
+Very happy, thankful to my best of friends
+Had to cut ties with any of the very many snakes in the grass that left me for dead
+Dumped in the river, swept in the ocean
+Heavy emotion, stand firm though the end is approaching, I’m open
+
+(Interlude)
+The winner is…
+Ill Bill… number one
+Ladies and gentleman, a real round of applause
+Yall appointed me to bring rap justice
+I’ve waited a very long time
+I dedicate this to you for believing in me
+It’s truly fantastic
+To show our appreciation for you
+[Ill Bill]
+Lastly I’d like to thank all my influences
+And various inspirational individuals that got me in the music business
+I'm a fan first so I appreciate mines
+Thanks to my fans, you're my family, I take pride
+In your support and every album you bought
+Down for life, I love y'all for never doubting your boy
+Same way I love LL Cool J and Kiss
+One made me wanna rock, the other made me wanna spit
+Rick Rubin made me wanna flip em both at the same time
+Slayer and Scarface inspired me to write insane rhymes
+Thanks to L'Amours in Brooklyn accepting my fake ID
+Opened for Sepultura there when I was only 17
+Thanks to my band Injustice
+Thanks to Ace London Studios for letting us rehearse when we ain’t have nothing
+And shouts to all of y'all that said I couldn’t do it
+You gave me the fire to kick down the door and walk through it
+
+(Interlude)
+The winner is…
+Ill Bill… number one
+I feel very grateful, very humble
+And I owe thanks to many, many people
+I’ve waited a very long time
+I dedicate this to you for believing in me
+What more could I say? I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way
+Ill Bill, rap crusader
+Rap crusader
+Ill Bill, rap crusader
+Rap crusader
+Ill Bill, rap crusader
+Ill Bill, rap crusaderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+War Is My Destiny[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+They killed my entire family
+Murdered and tortured, raped and pillaged
+I was only five and I was the only surviving witness
+My entire village burnt to the ground
+He wore a serpent in his crown
+Happily committed murder with a frown
+In an army of black-hooded fiery-skulled generals
+And a sorcerer that could cast spells that’ll change your genitals
+Held me in slavery till I turned eighteen
+Killed my slave master, five years later became king
+And I slain dragons and ate steaks during famine
+Had the seeds of war planted in a dirty tavern
+Had the seeds of presidents killed in a burst of anger
+And had their parents bleed to death on the floor of a dirty bathroom
+I watched their palaces burn, I seen the ashes of my comrades
+Returned to their family in an urn
+While a proud child remembers his father that died
+The cycle continues with vengeance alive in his mind
+
+[Hook: Max Cavalera]
+Refuse, resist, war is my destiny!
+Disorder unleashed, war is my destiny!
+Chaos, A.D., war is my destiny!
+Under a pale grey sky, war is my destiny!
+[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
+Yeah, yeah, I was an angel before a third of the stars fell
+Cast with the sternum from Satan into the pit of hell
+Our beloved leader forced to be a bottom-feeder
+The great deceiver that promised victory over the monkey lovers
+We took a vote to restructure and traitors fell upon him
+We ripped his skin off and crowned a new son in the morning
+A new president to lead our corporation
+The vengeance on God and Heaven’s domination
+But I seduced the daughters of man and made the Nephilim
+I demanded human sacrifice from the rest of them
+I became the spirit that tortured and protected them
+And I built them the tower of language that connected them
+And then the Lord cried, water falling out from his eyes
+And my children died drowning in the tears from the sky
+And it was then that Satan crawled back to me with a plan
+A design for the ultimate corruption of man
+See back then we used to set the chosen ones on fire
+You really think God only sent a single messiah?
+And so we allowed the birth of many prophets on earth
+And since the followers were human they were born with a curse
+They began to claim superiority to their brothers
+And for eighty-five thousand years conquered each other
+And when they prayed before battle they were praying to me
+Killing in God’s name cause war is my destiny!
+[Hook: Max Cavalera]
+Refuse, resist, war is my destiny!
+Desire unleashed, war is my destiny!
+Chaos, A.D., war is my destiny!
+Under a pale grey sky, war is my destiny!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Uncle[Intro: Uncle Howie]
+My life is- I'm dependent, I can't help it. I started at a young age
+I'm too dependent on it, you know?
+Drugs and music get me where I wanna go now
+But I gotta make the money for it and it's not that easy nowadays
+
+[Hook]
+My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine
+My moms used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight
+Smoked weed when I was twelve, sold weed at fourteen
+Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
+Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud
+This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
+This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm
+I'm the truth like the name of the song
+Yo my uncle shoots heroin
+
+[Ill Bill]
+Bathroom floor, found a syringe
+When I was on the Hiero Tour Howie went out on a binge
+The snake bitch I was fucking even took him to cop
+A month later he was on the floor looking for rock
+Missed a flight to Czech Republic, walked in the path
+Of Howie lying in his own puke dying from crack
+Cocaine poisoning, he shot the heroin since fourteen
+February 2003, he was clean
+I helped him out, he kicked crack, dope, and meth
+Hosted shows, free clothes, bubblebaths, autographs
+T-shirts, soon I'mma make a Howie action figure
+Before his latest relapse I'm glad I captured pictures
+I love Howie, homie used to change my diapers
+To save him I'd have jumped in front of spray from snipers
+But this is just something that he's gotta do on his own
+I try to get through to him with this song yo
+[Hook]
+My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine
+My moms used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight
+Smoked weed when I was twelve, sold weed at fourteen
+Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
+Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud
+This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
+This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm
+I'm the truth like the name of the song
+Yo my uncle shoots heroin
+
+[Ill Bill]
+He used to live in my crib, sleep on my couch smoking Newport 100's
+Gave me comic books, bought me my first bass guitar
+Learned from my grandma how to tell you the future with cards
+Watch the sci-fi channel high off of methadone
+More addictive than anything injected in the arm
+D.T.'s five in the morning waking my moms
+Got a search warrant but Howie Tenenbaum is gone
+Roaming the streets, he was a superhero to me
+When I was five I used to pick the seeds out of his weed
+Nodding out, burning cigarette holes in his sheets
+Wake up and eat a box of Captain Crunch then go back to sleep
+He was a crackhead too, he might still be
+A walking relapse, that motherfucker's still on the street
+You tell him right he goes left
+Show him right he does wrong
+I hope I get through to him with this song yo
+[Hook]
+My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine
+My moms used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight
+Smoked weed when I was twelve, sold weed at fourteen
+Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
+Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud
+This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
+This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm
+I'm the truth like the name of the song
+Yo my uncle shoots (my uncle shoots)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Anatomy of a School Shooting[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+The anatomy of a school shooting, shotgun under my trench coat
+Columbiners did it, dead spoke, blood-red soaked
+My mind consumed with DOOM as I walk through the school
+15 people killed and over 14 wounded
+My name is Eric Harris, I was forever harassed, an outcast
+You fucked with us and now me and Dylan is pulling out gats
+I've been wanting to murder people
+Suicide is played out, if you gonna die, take people with you
+We've been planning this before the kids from Jonesboro did it
+And I wanted the world to know when people died that we did it
+I even killed myself, but don't feel sorry for me
+Feel sorry for your seeds who spread the disease
+Another bloodbath coming soon to a school near you
+Smalltown killing-spree that's organized by the youth
+Fuck the media, them fags be disguising the truth
+Dragging my name through the mud when televising the news
+A bunch of ticking timebombs y'all, there's more like me
+Overflowing with hate and bullied to get raw like me
+They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me
+You'd probably get your head blown up by a kid like me
+I put my mind to it and what I accomplished is frightening
+The right thing, no matter what you idiots might think
+Check it, I did that shit so idiots might think
+This ain't a game, the nerds that you be fucking with might flip!
+[Hook]
+It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrist?
+Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids
+You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
+This is the anatomy of a school shooting
+It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrist?
+Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids
+You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
+This is the anatomy of a school shooting
+
+[Verse 2]
+I see dead people; it isn't my fault that they were evil
+Fuck a favorite, I hate everybody equal
+Bitch I warned y'all, didn't I?
+Now everybody wanna talk shit and cry asking why
+Two geeks picked up guns and turned murderous
+All of y'all are beneath me, you don't deserve to live
+Two nerdy kids, is that a crime?
+Why do I have to be one of the cool kids just to walk by?
+Without being tripped, thrown down on the ground and kicked
+Insulting me for no reason, I was treated like shit
+The teachers let it happen
+I've even seen some of them teachers laughing
+That's why I had a smile on my face when I started blasting
+I wasn't crazy, all of y'all were sick
+I was the nicest person in the world, y'all were dicks
+Don't even try to analyze me now, you had your chance back then
+Maybe you could've been my friend
+[Hook]
+It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrist?
+Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids
+You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
+This is the anatomy of a school shooting
+It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrist?
+Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids
+You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
+This is the anatomy of a school shootingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+White Nigger[Verse 1]
+Hip-Hop brought cultures together
+I remember cugines in camaros pumping "Tougher Than Leather"
+Yankel Rosenbaum still got stabbed in Crown Heights
+Gavin Cato got hit when they ran that red light
+Over a decade of healing but the scars remain
+Both families involved still harbor the pain
+Age thirteen: '70s baby raised in the '80s
+Mad fights with blacks and whites
+And both sides hated me for nonsense
+The white kids was playing it wack
+'Cause I'm from the projects and my neighbors is black
+I had to prove white boys could thug too
+But fuck skin color, I was proud to call myself a Tough Jew
+I guess I'm mad lucky to be raised in New York
+The world's capital, my attitude was take em to war
+Other places would've raised me in a useless format
+In Texas they dream about hunting Jews with Borat
+
+[Hook]
+Call me white nigga
+Call me Christ-killer or kike
+Call me nigga-lover
+Because I spit on the mic
+Think you got me figured out?
+You're not listening right
+Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype
+Call me white nigga
+Call me Christ-killer or kike
+Call me nigga-lover
+Because I spit on the mic
+Think you know what I'm about?
+You're not listening right
+Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype
+[Verse 2]
+They call me white nigga
+Call me every name in the book
+I done heard 'em all
+Fuck ya'll, I made it a hook
+Made it a song, exposing the hatred to all
+'Cause any type of racism is wrong
+Had newsmen talking as a kid about Yusef Hawkins
+Same age as me when Joey Fama caught him walking through Bensonhurst
+A world away from my Glenwood Projects
+Racially mixed, combustible, it lead to conflicts
+I was never raised prejudiced
+My grandmother was a holocaust survivor
+And my uncle did heroin
+My pops wasn't around, my moms kicked him out the house
+And broke her back to put food in our mouths
+Age 12: they bussed my projects to the white school
+Holes in my sneakers, I never fit in with them rich white dudes
+I didn't click up with the blacks kids neither
+I bought an Iron Maiden T-shirt
+And wrote rhymes in my Trapper Keeper
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Run-D.M.C. really made me wanna get wrecked
+Same time Kerry King played guitar for Megadeth
+It was 84-85
+LL Cool J "Rock The Bells" obliterated my mind
+So inspired I created a rhyme
+Beastie Boys on U68: "She's On It" made up my mind
+Hardcore, the other bright side
+I thought Bad Brains was white guys when Melle Mel dropped "White Lines"
+Nazi skinheads showed up at L'Amours in Brooklyn
+Got stabbed up by puerto rican skins from Bushwick
+Geraldo got his nose broken - Tawana Brawley on Donahue
+Central Park wilding had the world scoping
+Now VH1 got a show for wiggers
+And some claim the Jews be the biggest wiggers
+We're considered the most dangerous
+'Cause they think we shift our forms
+Cast spells and wear beanies to restrict our horns
+From being seen growing out our heads - the killers of Christ
+These fools wear white sheets and believe that Hitler was right
+Believe it or not they still exist undercover
+And Mel Gibson never liked Danny Glover
+Another piece of shit called out in the paper
+If we was there me and my peoples would have
+Beat the fucking shit outta Kramer
+If this song offends you, you're a hater
+Take a look within yourself and figure out
+What the fuck you're afraid of
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+When I Die[Bob Marley interview]
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I left you outside the gates of heaven, they wouldn't let me in
+I waved goodbye as you stepped within
+It's like Hell on Earth without you near
+I named my daughter after you so when she smiles
+It's sorta like you're still here
+It's kinda crazy how time flies
+25 years since my grandmoms died
+But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together
+Those happy memories are so vivid, they'll last me forever
+And yet you're still here somehow, I still feel your presence
+I credit you for my inner strength, I feel it in my essence
+In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics
+I wouldn't exist if you hadn't persisted through the trenches
+I wouldn't have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence
+Every verse I've ever written, your energy is kinetic
+Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry
+Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die
+
+[Chorus: Tia Thomas]
+My guardian angel flies, these tears I cry
+Asking for mercy
+Oh, it hurts so deep inside, but I hear your cries
+Asking for mercy
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I left you outside the gates of heaven, they wouldn't let me in
+I waved goodbye as you stepped within
+It's like Hell on Earth without you near
+I named my label after you
+So when I rhyme it's sorta like you're still here
+It's been a year, still in shock about exactly what happened to you
+Made a song for you called "My Uncle"
+I was just rapping to you
+Just talking to you
+I just saw you at my mother's house
+I can't believe I just bought a coffin for you
+We always feared that you would die from an overdose
+God knows you loved to do drugs, it swallowed you whole
+But in the end, drugs didn't kill you, cancer did
+Why do good people die young? I don't know what the answer is
+All I know is I worshipped you as a scrappy kid
+Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did
+And that's pretty fucking cool, trust me
+I was embarrassed when you started smoking crack, honestly it crushed me
+Swept it under the rug, started smoking weed and popping acid
+But managed to not do the uglier drugs
+We grew apart after my grandmother died
+Homeless, in and outta jail, we stopped relating to each other's lives
+But years later, we connected once again
+Not just as nephew and uncle, but as homies, we were friends
+Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry
+Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die
+[Chorus: Tia Thomas]
+My guardian angel flies, these tears I cry
+Asking for mercy
+Oh, it hurts so deep inside, but I hear your cries
+Asking for mercyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+American History X[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I eat politicians for breakfast, till infinity it's endless
+Bill and Hillary, George Bush, everybody's gettin it
+Presidents, Supreme Court Justices, and Senators
+Run up in the White House, erase people, edit them
+Press delete, hit em in the chest with heat
+Hail to the chief, bullets everywhere, it's beef
+Violence is more American than apple pie and Soul Train
+Baseball, nickel-plated nines and cocaine
+It's ILL Bill, Non-Phixion
+If I offended you with my words I meant it
+Protected by the First Amendment
+If this was Iraq I'd a been beheaded
+Instead of sparkin a dialogue, I'd be hanging in Baghdad shredded
+Yeah I recognize
+But if I ever disappear under mysterious pretenses, you guess why
+I guess the CIA's trying to die
+They wanna terrorize the kid and fry him alive
+
+[Chorus]
+Skinheads and Black Hebrews, punk rockers and Hip-Hoppers
+Street pharmacists, drug dealers, witch doctors
+Rappers wearing hundred thousand dollar wrist watches
+Little kids starving, the police killed his father
+Rich man, poor man, civilized man
+Tarzan, who's right fighting over God's land?
+American History X
+Represent the future or know what's next
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I leave an ATF truck burning with the passengers in it
+Hit it with anti-aircraft missiles when Bill spit it
+No apologies, asking what's wrong with truth
+Tell me what's wrong with the world, I'll tell you what's wrong with you
+What's wrong with the youth, brain eating corpses and coupes
+Sorcerers and spooks, illuminating torturous kooks
+Murdering devils that wear police officer suits
+Revolutionaries standing on street corners and stoops
+I'm the reason the FBI killed JFK
+The reason they have metal detectors at JFK
+The reason that the Constitution no longer protects us
+They don't even need a reason anymore to arrest us
+Living in a state of Martial Law, learn the arts of war
+Arm yourself, marching forth into the monster's jaws
+America eats its young, swallowed raw
+Falling through the doorway of death, never know what we dying for
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+I seen spoiled kids murder their parents with shotguns
+And the poor kids from the hood selling their mom's drugs
+A lost generation of fools without a clear destination
+No guidance, no rules, no education
+And the older generation's no better
+Matter of fact they worse, they ought to know better
+These greedy motherfuckers trade blood for oil
+An American graveyard on another man's soil
+Makes no sense, the Roman Empire in the present tense
+Murder for corporations that they represent
+Whether Democrat or Republican, the same scumbag government
+With scumbag ways of running shit
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Illuminati 666[Ill Bill]
+Yo...
+We got a black president, the aliens will be here soon
+Open up your eyes and your ears, here's the truth
+Beyond blind faith we don't really know what to believe
+The meaning behind these old books could be anything
+Who the fuck translated these words from Aramaic
+To the language spoken in the empire of the hated?
+We the children of a lesser God
+Make me want to pull an Escobar, and I ain't fuckin talkin 'bout Nas
+I'm serious like a swastika
+Or playing Russian roulette, over hard liquor
+Or Hamas after bombin' a Bar Mitzvah
+Or Israel after bombin' the Gaza Strip up, it's constant
+This tit for tat, raising our little kids with gats
+Throwing gang signs like Bloods and Crips with bandanas on they face
+Sometimes the bandana's on their brains
+This prison planet tries to shackle me in chains every day
+
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh
+Mullets and bullet belts encourage the best
+Entourage of Gods, from Mossads to Qurans
+Church Ave. to the Taj Mahal we rock hard
+
+[Ill Bill]
+Homie you dealing with professionals that make murder look like suicide
+With silencers the size of an ordinary Jewish child
+Bazookas made from linoleum tubing
+And you stupid to think that "Lord of War" was only a movie
+Depraved enterprise, brain energized seven times
+Genocide high-level lies, truth serum identified
+Organic mushrooms given to prisoners who don't trust you
+Meanwhile the mass population consumes
+I'm in a catch 22, too smart for my own good
+Intergalactical, too smart for my own hood
+My X-ray vision see through this tinted image
+Wipe the dust off reality's lens to spit vicious
+Molotov monologues at y'all, let's brawl
+Storming through the valley of the dolls carryin kronze
+Attack like angry extra-terrestrials challenging God
+Arrive in chariots armed with various cannons and bombs
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Our Life[Intro: Necro]
+Yo...
+Don't make me flip on you
+Actually you can't make me do nothing
+I might decide to
+
+[Verse 1: Necro]
+I used to mush thugs
+And now I push drugs
+I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug
+Used to show me his guns
+Ain't a cat that knows me as son
+Remember violence at only one
+I used to watch how my Pops would treat a girl
+And beef with the world
+He had a bone to pick
+That's why my dome was sick
+It rubbed off on me
+Because the apple don't fall far from the tree g
+You cats keep your distance
+Cause your scared I might flip in an instant
+When I was filled with innocence
+I was still committing sins
+Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon
+I shove a knife in your grin
+I run with convicts who stick up kids
+That'll rob you for six bucks bitch
+We flip right before you expect it
+Because we were neglected, as children now we're hectic
+We shot men and we rob gems
+I seen cats that used to clock me, now I clock them
+Got easier access to a Glock-10
+In case, one in ya face is the only option
+[Hook x2]
+Necro with Ill Bill
+Walk around like - murder, murder, kill, kill
+Gun up in your grill
+And you screaming 'Chill! Chill!'
+Didn't have your steel, now you get your cap peeled
+This is our life, our life
+
+[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
+Ayo, I grew up in the motherfucking projects
+My moms says if my pop left
+We would have to get a section-8 apartment
+The rent's cheap, I see Decepticons at least
+Ten deep, run up on me flipping, wanna set beef
+That was some faggot shit, me and my brother
+Went for do-lo
+The only 2 white kids up in my projects that wasn't homo
+I fought every day, beefed with a hundred cats
+Way before I started sold drugs and busting caps
+Way before I bust my first nut, I love to rap
+At 10 years old is when I first started to fuck with that
+Everyone else in my PJ's who'd rhyme was black
+I kept it to myself, continued to define my craft
+I used to buy my mother milk dragging a spike bat
+You fought with me, I was the type of cat to fight back
+I lace you with a broken nose, holding the ice pack
+Whites, blacks, Puerto Rican's, we was poor, it was wack
+My mom's tried her best
+I never graduated high school I learned to pump drugs and pack 9's instead
+Became one of those violent heads
+Have you on a respirator, even though the doctor know your mind is dead
+[Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Society Is Brainwashed[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Every society honors its live conformists and dead troublemakers
+I'm the Son of Satan, sculpted the culture of the ancients
+Burn me at the stake with my left hand stuck in The Matrix
+I'm the apex, I steal science off of spaceships
+Blackwater contractors captured off of camcorders
+After mass slaughter, violent massacre, Masters of Order
+Burning effigies of presidents and American flags
+Veterans clash for the chance to sell terror for cash
+Babylon destroyed the Beis Hamikdash
+Death cults, murder squads
+Exploding churches and burning mosques
+Throw your dice, now your destiny's cashed
+And these seeds of war were planted over centuries past
+And the mysteries remain unsolved, colossal pyramids on Mars
+Visitors beyond the scriptures of Allah
+God is on the side of the ones with money and large armies
+Pray for death amongst these brainwashed zombies
+Society is brainwashed!
+
+[Hook]
+I bet you can't see what I can see
+That's right!
+Here's a few things we have to address
+I bet you can't see what I can see
+When I'm in the streets, I always remain cautious
+He's good, goddamn
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+November 5th, 2001, less than two months after 9/11 occurred
+The infamous William Cooper was murdered
+Ex-Naval Intelligence Officer
+Renowned author of 'Behold A Pale Horse'
+He paid the cost
+I can't say I agree with everything that he wrote
+But I admire him for speaking his mind though
+Never holding his tongue for nobody, how society is brainwashed
+Guns in each others faces for the same lies
+Same everything and same nothing
+Same bullshit materialism, the Third World man's luxury
+This false flag fuckery, an AIDS infested junky
+Your Lady of Liberty can't fuck me
+Can't touch me, The Black Pope, superior general
+Tim Osman riding like a Piru from Inglewood
+Bring the hood up to a hovering mothership
+They already made the switch to the One World Government
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+Amongst the Ivory Tower witch doctors, witnessed  an explosion
+On the Groom Lake landing strip, silicon sorcerers abandoned ship
+Famine gripped the planet with the gigantic Satanic fist
+Believed to be linked to Al-Qaeda through a sandwich business
+I don't advise you to believe, these could be camera tricks
+All I'm saying is to ask questions, amateurs
+What Hollywood tries to pass off as fantasy
+Might already have happened in actuality
+And vice versa, if Jesus Christ was a person
+Who was Mithra? Who was Krishna?
+Who was the first to be baptized, crucified, resurrected?
+Betrayed and made into a martyr for someone else's redemption?
+Old men start wars for young dudes to die in
+Madison Avenue telling you what you should be buying
+Religion and science always profess peace
+But in the end who created the deadly war machine?
+Society is...
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+A Bullet Never Lies[Hook 2x]
+A bullet never lies, it always tells the truth
+My words are gunshots that influence the youth
+Assassinate presidents like John Wilkes Booth
+Put the message in the barrel of your gun then *bang*
+
+[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any media machine
+Or magazine that front on my team
+Word to my comrades in the struggle
+Peace to HHC for putting me and Necro on their cover
+Your favourite rappers are Non Phixion fans
+Your wifey is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her hand
+United and dead-set, these young hoes wanna fuck me
+Excited like rednecks at gun shows in Kentucky
+I rock soccer stadiums in Bogota
+Saw ten thousand Colombians screaming, "Non Phixion, god."
+Don't be confused, this ain't that bullshit you listen to
+We that shit that your bitch fingers her pussy to
+Pound that Moog organ, chemical warfare, songs for hardcore goons
+The rest of y'all scared
+It's that radioactive green chronic in the blunt music
+Brooklyn homie, run up and pop you with a gun music
+Break it down for the blind, the brainwashed
+Religions, politicians and thugs pray to the same god
+Bloods and Crips, Democrats, Republicans
+Red and blue states to represent the sets they're running with
+Other gangs play the game too
+A blood named George Bush and his team smoked the entire Hussein crew
+Classic example of former friends turned to rivals
+Words of the bible inspire murder, turn to survival
+Die for your set, bang for Muhammad and Jesus
+A shitty public school system and a car that's decent
+I'm an American, I need a blowjob and a pizza
+So I'll overthrow you for oil, Mastercards and Visas
+[Hook 2x]
+
+[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
+This is a mother fuckin' siege and slaughter, another story of war
+A holy vision of the purity and glory before
+I warned you before about Leviathan and biochips
+And about the second coming of the Messiah shit
+About the motherfuckin' mark of the beast
+About the CIA distributing the crack in the streets
+A savage with beef, leave your body wrapped in a sheet
+He from Brooklyn, I'm from Philly, we was trapped in the streets
+My rap is complete, with everything from clappers and heat
+Pay us homage as you're praying at your enemy's feet
+That's why none of y'all can feel the god's real pain
+And none of y'all will never know God's real name
+Me and Bill is like the lightning and thunder
+Like in 1985, Iron Mike and his hunger
+A triflin' brother, give me the weed and the 'caine
+So I can chop it up in pieces and distribute the pain
+I know that that's some ignorant shit to be saying
+But if I was you and you was me then you would spit it the same
+You viciously maimed, bleeding in a visceral flame
+Till your spirit enter in a metaphysical planeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Paul Baloff[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Disastrous appetite
+The last massacre Fantastica ambassador
+My castle’s like Vlad Dracula’s
+Bath in blood, blast the snub
+Plastic gloves, laugh at love
+My heart is pitch black
+Like a panther cub or a cancer lung
+Call me acid tongue
+Hit hard like Black Sabbath drums
+Like an assassin does
+Big silencers and massive guns
+Cooked in the mind, the first to blast and the last to run
+Look in my eyes, you'd think that Manson had a bastard son
+Cast aside after dancing out a rancid cunt
+Tabs and lines got me ranting, and trashed inside a trance on drugs
+I shovel snow up to my dome until my hands are numb
+Bundles of dope I know my uncle would be amped to touch
+A smorgasbord of enormous whores and trashy sluts
+Nasty ass and jugs happily jack me till I’m blasting cum
+And stay swerving into murder and perversion
+Urgent when we're inserting lysergics in the virgin
+Cadaveric maverick, savages ravage the average
+Evangelist family to famished cannibal sandwiches
+Edible funerals, turn terrible to beautiful
+Sever dudes for food, several medical tools are suitable
+Trouble times - some will live, some will die
+Chewed out in a tomb, found mummified
+Shoot-outs in the summertime
+Bubble crime, devils might drive-by
+Genocide cenobite
+Rebels strike hard like a metal pipe
+Bark like a kennel fight
+Sharp like a venom bite
+Dark like an ocean filled with sharks in the dead of night
+Levitate and write, everything God said to Christ
+Hell Awaits like Kerry King rocking metal spikes
+Like Paul Baloff at studio 54 live
+"Ultimate Revenge Tour" VHS, all time greatest
+Spray death here - shoot the llama from the elbow
+Like James Hetfield produced the Piranha demoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Acid Reflux(Hook x2)
+My brain's strange from taking contaminated acid
+While you be selling your soul we assassinate assassins
+Am I hallucinating?
+You'll see visions of death, possessed
+By homicide is what I'm obsessed
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Reek of puterfaction and drugs, the acid taste often lingers
+Susan Atkins licked the blood of Sharon Tate off her fingers
+Off the hand of Satan, hot corpse masturbation
+Get my rocks off, sparking a golf course assassination
+Pistol whip and kill the rich, triple six
+Extremely horrible like a beautiful bitch with a dick
+Every society receives the criminals it deserves
+Subliminal with the words, and every visual's absurd
+Dope dealer storm dancers rain down chronic showers
+The cult leader cure cancer with hypnotic powers
+Goon druggie tie-dyed psychedelic paint job
+Dune-buggy drive-bys, heretics that hate God
+Red spider acid tongue, death rider, bastard son
+Empire stand as one, Hellfire Canyon Club
+Crocodile confessions occupy obsessions
+We personify homicide - We're the essence
+
+(Hook x2)
+"Death To Pigs" written on the wall in blood
+Pestilence and sickness the war's begun
+Trippin' in a coffin numb
+Lift your tongue, put this underneath
+Orange Sunshine, a hundred sheets
+Morbid dungeons and demons a hundred deep
+Grimy tornado tyrants and independent souls
+Hawaii volcano, private Jimi Hendrix shows
+I’ve seen the symmetry of infinity clearly, like Timothy Leary weary
+Questioning every existing theory
+Then we enter to the hallways of the always
+Twisted like corn-braids
+Trippin' like Grateful Dead tour-dates
+I seen Satan and God raping your mom
+Then they all melted away in globs and claymation blobs
+Simulation, Play Station, X-Box the death doctrine
+Altamount angels to murder-sprees with Tex Watson
+The shepard sent the lamb to Bethlehem
+Pentagon Nephilim, sitting in the center of a pentagram
+
+(Hook x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Glenwood Projects[Intro: Uncle Howie]
+Glenwood motherfucking Projects! That was the fucking place, man. Fucking crack smoking all night, cooking it up, selling C4, weapons, blowguns, every motherfucking thing. What a fucking rush! We were cooking the shit up, and I smoked it up, and the Jamaicans man, they came back, fucking torched the place with me motherfuckingin it! I couldn't get out the fucking apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fucking window, it was fucking dynamite!
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+ILL Bill, lost sanity, lost humanity
+Lost in a maze of purple haze
+Cannabis sativa, spit ether violently
+Very vociferous, victorious
+Hotter than a crematorium, I'll kill all of you
+Kill your mother, fuck you, drop dead, faggot it's the dragon
+.44 Magnum splatter you in front of your family
+My firearms never be tired, up in the air
+Throw a bullet up in each eye, and one in your ear
+I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine
+Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain
+We got the whole world scratching their heads
+Our life is like a hijacked airliner but we managed to win
+Back to the crib, breaking up the cash and the brick
+Having a bitch flashing the tits while you crashing the whip
+Laughing at hoes taking facials in amateur flicks
+While the ILL Bill album's kidnapping your kids
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill]
+I put the D in the drugs and the G in the Guns
+I put the D in the dubs and the T in the Thugs
+I put the C in the 'Caine and the P in the Pain
+The "G" in the Game
+Pop! Pop! Three in your brain!
+[Verse 2: Necro]
+I get impatient like a long bid
+Get so vexed I hit the wrong kid
+Shit gets awkward like I'm on a drug and I can't get off it
+Blank out, rip the shank out
+Treat you like Viet Cong
+Hit you like the weed in a bong
+Your pussy like a G-string and thong
+You think I'm sick? Fucked up? Oh am I?
+You think you can't die?
+Don't think you're crazy cause a year's passed by
+Beat you down with my fucking hands tied
+Now change your attitude
+Before you get cracked from different latitudes
+By kids that are mad at you
+They expect gratitude, I'll strike a foe
+Even if you don't know me you better act like you know
+Especially if you're soft
+I've earned my stripes like Schwarzkopf
+The gun I bust off will tear through your clothes like a moth
+You're sloppy, cuz you start beef and cop pleas
+But not me!
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill]
+I put the D in the drugs and the G in the Guns
+I put the D in the dubs and the T in the Thugs
+I put the C in the 'Caine and the P in the Pain
+The "G" in the Game
+Pop! Pop! Three in your brain!
+[Verse 3: Goretex]
+I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hats
+Or John Hinckley run up on politicians with ski caps
+Laser weapons, I bleed coke
+Happiness is like a warm gun
+Run up in your crib slitting your G's throat
+Cruise the block whipping UZis and pop
+Losing the cops, whether New Lots or zooming through Watts
+The newest space suit, love rocking titties like grapefruits
+Phase two, Rasta-ice inverted Jesus
+I'm up in Fatburger, Beck's and codeine
+So clean, pinstriped gat runners are OG's
+Serving the fiends crack, dope and weed
+Glenwood Projects, we living the American dream
+Screaming “hey pelican" with trains of coke on my cock
+Handlebars like Vivica with nipples and crotch
+We toured drive-bys on the Mongoose with Glocks
+This ain't rhetorical, the story gets worse, funny
+You get shot!
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill]
+I put the D in the drugs and the G in the Guns
+I put the D in the dubs and the T in the Thugs
+I put the C in the 'Caine and the P in the Pain
+The "G" in the Game
+Pop! Pop! Three in your brain!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Only Time Will Tell[Verse 1: Necro]
+My religious beliefs are to kill snitches and any bitches that beef
+Your grill in stitches, get buried inside a ditch in your briefs
+Life is enslavement and suffering, crazy snuffings, attacks
+Overdosing like David Ruffin, craving, puffing some crack
+Hell is endless and friendless to the Hitlers, Mengeles, and Himmlers
+Mangled, ripped to pieces by characters like Pinhead, no forgiveness
+Reincarnated as God and Satan, logical psycho sadist
+My cadence hits like razorblade tips or when Vader invaded
+Corresponding with demons, bonded in blood
+Like the Ugandan president Idi genocide like Rwandans in bondage
+Divine comedy, mind lobotomy, do the math like Ptolemy
+A bloodbath, you're split in half, dichotomy
+The honorable, horrible, incorrigible, adorable death oracle
+Beautiful like a funeral floral, you heard the stories: Murdering for glory
+Sent to purgatory for doing something perverted and gory
+
+[Hook: Everlast]
+When your heart won't beat, your eyes go black
+There's a light in the tunnel and you can't turn back
+Your friends can't save you, your family's gone
+You're waiting on your judgment at the foot of the throne
+Will you beg for some mercy? Will you cop some pleas?
+Will you stand on your own or get down on your knees?
+Will your angels release you from where demons dwell?
+Will you make it into Heaven or go right back to Hell?
+Only time will tell, only time will tell
+Only time will tell, only time will tell
+[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
+I fall upon my knees like, "Lord forgive me"
+Out of the commandments I've broken ten out of ten now
+Blasphemy passed to me because now Satan's my pen pal
+Part of me Asmodeus, the other side is an evangelist
+God gave me melodious but I'm sick, psycho, and scandalous
+Outbursts like bismillah, hallelujah
+On the other hand I lust for flesh in my quest for gouda
+Shaboobalaboopy time, I choose and the coochie's mine
+My booze through the nine and I ooze at a groupie dime
+I threw B-signs, but the Cs got more patnas
+Everything dead, blasting at peep ma poor patois
+Trying to bring you peace but the beast brings forth kaka
+I really feel like I hate you but it's eep opp ork ah-ah
+You don't know what that means? Then ask Jet Screamer
+Trash that lingers will cause the enemies to blast that femur
+Only time will tell if I crash between her
+God forgive me, I'm torn because I'm an angel
+With a crass demeanor
+
+[Hook]
+When your heart won't beat, your eyes go black
+There's a light in the tunnel and you can't turn back
+Your friends can't save you, your family's gone
+You're waiting on your judgment at the foot of the throne
+Will you beg for some mercy? Will you cop some pleas?
+Will you stand on your own or get down on your knees?
+Will your angels release you from where demons dwell?
+Will you make it into Heaven or go right back to Hell?
+Only time will tell, only time will tell
+Only time will tell, only time will tell
+[Verse 3: Ill Bill]
+For whom the bells toll, it's the clock, tick tick tick
+The truth is the future is now
+How many lifetimes have I taken you through in this hour?
+I trust nobody cause Babylon destroyed my uncle
+So many lessons I've applied to my life that taught me to function
+In this hell on the earth the dark clouds have silver linings
+Until the lightning strikes down upon the unrighteous and frightening
+The non-believers like eighty year old atheists on their death bed
+Crying and begging for forgiveness from God
+Atrocities committed against mankind
+Monstrosities that span time leaving impressions of hatred in man's mind
+Don’t let time trap you, it’s vital that you realize that there's a new beginning
+At the ending of the hour of reprisalEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Peace Sells[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I'm the Kreator of Terrible Certainty
+It's No Escape from the Toxic Trace
+Pop your face, Storming With Menace and Blind Faith
+The Angel of Death Read Between the Lies, South of Heaven
+Expendable Youth, Divine Intervention
+Teaching y'all A Lesson In Violence
+Doctor Death injecting the virus, Apocalypse
+I'm a horseman in the Circle Of Tyrants
+And death's the era, Possessed like Jeff Becerra
+Consuming Impulses drown you in the depths of terror
+Forever!
+
+[Hook]
+Peace Sells, But Who's Buying?
+Who's trying? Who's crying?
+Who's lying in a pool of blood dying?
+Peace Sells But Who's Buying?
+Who's trying? Who's crying?
+Who's popping with the four pound iron?
+Peace Sells But Who's Buying?
+Who's trying? Who's crying?
+Who's lying in a pool of blood dying?
+Peace Sells But Who's Buying?
+Who's trying? Who's crying?
+Who's lying in a pool of blood?
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+Stranded In Hell, My America date of Betrayal
+Brainwashed by a system that's created to fail
+Freedom Or Fire, Securitron, ominous fate
+Fear Factory manufacturing Hi-Tech Hate
+A Slave New World, a world gone mad
+A World Without Heroes
+Used to go to shows surrounded by weirdos
+Live at L'Amours, mastering the science of war
+Reading Metal Forces Magazines, dying to tour
+Biohazards and Carnivores, living a Life Of Agony
+Where to go, We Gotta Know like Harley Flanagan
+Electric Funeral, Children Of The Grave Behind The Wall Of Sleep
+Be afraid, killing to be saved
+I Don't Need Society, Down For Life, foul and trife
+ILL Bill, Dirty Rotten Imbecile, down to fight
+Give Me My Taxes Back, money, God's a liar
+Speak truth to Def Americans like Tom Araya
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+Psychic Vacuum, jab you with a knife and stab you
+Ravenous Medicine, Tribal Convictions, it's heroin
+Experiment, Macrosolutions To Megaproblems
+Let the revolvers solve 'em, Chaos Mongers, a Cosmic Drama
+Peace Sells But Who's Buying, so I stay with the funds
+We're real, so you die and find you laced with the slugs
+With The Quickness you calling me my Sacred Love
+I got Bad Brains, the reason I spray with guns, now listen
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What’s Wrong?[Chorus 2X: ILL Bill]
+Tell me where the fuck I went wrong?
+Took the wrong turn, wrong path
+What's Wrong With Bill?
+Inspired by songs to kill
+Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
+Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+God is an atheist, why should I believe in religion?
+I'd rather get my dick sucked and cook keys in the kitchen
+Drive-by, leave you on your block bleeding and twitching
+Break bread with demons and witches, I'm evil and twisted
+Half of us in jail, the other half in Beemers and Sixes
+CEOs wondering who let these creeps in the business
+Creep with the biscuit, I'm heroin, the fiends are addicted
+Life's the American Nightmare, the dreams of the wicked
+We cry blood, sniff cocaine and die young
+Time's up, caught up in the blowjobs and mindfucks
+The metal that killed my enemies, occupy guns
+Say goodbye cause you only die once
+My mind's grotesque, it's so ugly, so focused, so hungry
+Trust me, young Gene Simmons, get in between women
+ILL Bill solo album, Howie gonna take it
+Leave you duct taped and stuck in The Matrix
+[Chorus 2X: ILL Bill]
+Tell me where the fuck I went wrong?
+Took the wrong turn, wrong path
+What's Wrong With Bill?
+Inspired by songs to kill
+Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
+Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills
+
+[Verse 2]
+Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me
+The other one don't understand me
+Sometimes she wanna murder me
+Sometimes she wanna marry me
+I pray that my sanity grab me andground me
+I think that I'm about to go AWOL, lose my shit
+As reality slips away, I'm starting to lose my grip
+No smile is genuine or real
+I find myself losing faith in everything and every person that I hold dear
+I'm in a bad place, who do I trust?
+I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
+If I don't love myself, how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
+I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth
+What does life mean without death?
+Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
+Would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
+So many things I never had the chance to say
+When she was here
+I'll see you when I get there
+I hope that there's a heaven
+Even though I know I'll probably burn in Hell
+I live there
+It couldn't get much worse I guess
+Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
+And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard
+So get the fuck out my face
+I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
+Picking up the pieces of a life shattered
+I never knew my life mattered
+[Chorus 2X]
+Tell me where the fuck I went wrong?
+Took the wrong turn, wrong path
+What's Wrong With Bill?
+Inspired by songs to kill
+Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
+Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pillsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Babylon[Intro: Howard Jones]
+Imagine you were given one hour
+Exactly sixty minutes and zero seconds to put your entire life
+And the world around you in total perspective
+What would you say? What would it sound like?
+
+[Choir music (By The Waters of Babylon)]
+By the waters the waters of Babylon
+We lay down and wept and wept for Thee Zion
+We remember we remember we remember Thee Zion
+
+[Ill Bill]
+We've unraveled the Bible code, the rifle explodes
+Demand attention like a knife in your throat
+They're controlling the price of your soul
+Titans of stone, psychic totalitarian
+Biotelemetric mind control experimentation is various
+Narcotics made to inflict pain and madness
+Assassins with multiple personalities
+Active with full access
+A backstage pass to cover up spectacular assassinations
+And arms deals across the axis
+Another witch hunt, religious radicals with big guns
+Big plans, invisible cameras built in Japan
+CIA behaviour control scientists in the cults
+And formed an alliance of cult leaders, also their clients
+Tech-savvy hijacker associates board planes
+To practice, anxiously awaiting their global audience
+Enter the core, I feel this with ease
+The ultimate reality series, loaded with cameras, angles, and theories
+Now hear me
+[Hook]
+A golden helmet blinded minds
+Among ten thousand swords
+Along the road to Babylon
+A golden thunder silenced songs
+Among ten thousand voices
+On the road to Babylon
+
+[Ill Bill]
+This operation doesn't exist
+The revolution will be classified
+Live broadcast from the abyss
+Our cities are crack spots and cardboard condominiums
+Vicious and trackmarks cross minds lost in delirium
+The towers dropped, blind fools, confusion who knew?
+Now the world watch Saddam's execution on Youtube
+Propaganda machines wage media Jihad
+A teen walking to a crowded movie theatre with bombs
+Reading the Qur'an, silently obedient to God
+Known by many different names: Hashem, Jesus, and Allah
+Exploding porn, shadow government protocols
+Go to war amongst ten thousand voices on the road to Babylon
+Patriot Act, sanctioned exorcism
+Iranian and North Korean-built weapon systems
+Budgets increase to payroll hundreds of creeps
+Number of the beast, bomb London under the streets
+The engineer was a popular peer
+His value compared to having nuclear weapons to shower the air
+A thin line between power and fear
+A martyr in tears, goodbye father
+Now my final hour is here, help me
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Severed Heads of State[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Let's play Dungeons & Dragons on mushrooms and acid
+Like Ricky Kasso, smoke angel dust and kill these hippie assholes
+Light the chemicals ablaze, relevance appraised
+Venomous exchange of terrorist acclaim, inheritance of hate
+Severed Heads of State in a parade of chanting Satanists
+Acts of heinousness are sprinkled on our plates like bacon bits
+Swallow while you raise your fist in protest
+Your true emotions camouflaged like God
+It's convenient like Amazon.com
+And we're all guilty as charged, or just simply involved
+Often brainwashed by quick money, loose women and cars
+But maybe that's the way we're meant to be
+Ignorant mutants for nukes
+Trapped in a Matrix ruled by shooters in suits
+I think we're more than that, I'll quarterback
+Time to clean our house and take our corner back
+Put a message in the music, this is more than rap
+Or at the very least, it could be and it should be
+So I gotta pay it forward cause I learned a lot from Chuck D
+And Henry Rollins, college was an empty promise for me
+Music's influence was way more honest to me
+Or maybe that's just my excuse
+Because I dropped outta high school at fourteen to pursue music
+It was all a dream!
+[Verse 2: EL-P]
+Live in a still from the worst movie ever's worst scene
+Antagonists stand proudly in the stench of all their dirt sheen
+Looks like God and them forgot to take their happy pills again, scream
+Cause every shisen-eater from your nightmare's getting top cream
+Mud is the name you been given, shit is for dinner
+Your average beginner might wanna take a fetal position
+I feel that!
+Nothing's promised but static and dirty conscience
+Or waking up like the dawn is the start of another problem
+That's real fact!
+Trust me, the dustedest type of function's you having to sit there
+Grumbling while dummies run the discussion
+So I'm a master of the numb it down, drown the voice's choice
+Every drug invented got attention from me
+Desperate to avoid the noise
+And I never learned a fucking thing
+Except I don't know fucking shit
+All that I ever had was madness
+And the luck to get the chance to spit
+And I'll take that!
+Cause by my calculations that's as good as any day job
+Thought I told you that I'm fucked
+Why you surprised I always stay hard?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Doomsday Was Written in an Alien Bible[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I've seen the seven-headed dragon talking to the eagle
+The two-headed snake illustrates a caution to the people
+Electronic fog, alien bibles, crop circles at the sand in Cairo
+Like Kiss in '76, demanding pyro
+Human history, 50% catastrophe
+It's actually the arms race between the facts of anarchy
+The secret to success is believing that you succeeding
+Is more than an achievement
+It's as important as you breathing
+Sometimes it's one and the same, who's running the game?
+All we ever say is "they," they know it's fun to complain
+This shit should cause people to riot and flip
+The way I think, I've been classified as violent and sick
+I'm like a time bomb, the CIA designed me to tick
+Designed me to head over to papi to buy me a brick
+These mother ships hit our radars in the skies as a blip
+The entire sky is eclipsed just like the size of my dick
+
+[Hook]
+Are these the Doomsday chronicles the Bible quotes?
+Or is this similar to shock that suicide provokes?
+We're all slaves at the auction where our lives are sold
+Time to free our minds from the shackles and the lies of old
+Are these the doomsday chronicles the Bible quotes?
+Or is this similar to shock that suicide provokes?
+We're all slaves at the auction where our lives are sold
+Time to free our minds from the shackles and the lies of old
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I leave the face of your society with buck-fifty scars
+Sour Diesel spliffs from weed jars and flip police cars
+Put holes the size of grapefruits through riot gear
+Bloody footprints from Jordan 4's on your floor, we pioneers
+Take fools to higher tiers, elevate to a higher learning
+To a talking Bush on the mountain with fires burning
+Commandments are carved in stone
+Where lightning bolts the thrown in anger, meant to spark the dome
+Now frightening results unfold
+Dragons, eagles, snakes, and aliens captured
+We keep em caged in various constellations and areas
+Coded through letters, numbers, and symbols that transmit
+Pulses and whistles and activate hundreds of missiles
+Hundreds of killers with multiple pistols
+While these name brands reverse engineer spacecrafts and make trillions
+They made the cure for AIDS and ceased production
+While the poor die and fester in diseased corruption
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Exploding OctopusIntro:
+[Interviewer]
+Don’t you think education should make people aware of the danger of the danger of technology instead of making them adapt more easily to any kind of progress and technology?
+
+[Interviewee]
+Absolutely, absolutely, that we can no long allow technology to come roaring down at us. I think we must begin to say no to certain kinds of technology and to begin to say no to technological change. Because we’ve now reach the point that the technology is so powerful that it could destroy us
+
+[Verse 1]
+He was accepted with Harvard at sixteen, child prodigy
+Math with specializing in complex analysis geometry
+Earned a PhD in mathematics early
+Youngest professor ever hired by UC in Berkeley
+A short-lived position
+He resigned in '69 with no apology
+Without an explanation given
+Social anxiety multiplied silently
+Disconnected entirely from society
+Built a cabin, became a survivalist
+Rejected electricity and modern sciences
+He cooked his dinner in a fire pit
+And watched the stars from afar where Orion sits
+The wilderness where the lions live
+Primitive like the times of the giant pyramids the Mayans built
+Then something caused his mind to tilt
+A course solidified successfully the very first time he killed
+[Hook]
+What would you do, how far would you go?
+If you thought that you can change the world for the greater good
+How would you know
+What’s right or wrong?
+Try to play God
+Mail a bomb
+To the CEO or the school or an airline
+Do you justify murder for peace?
+Do you believe that technology is the beast?
+Imagine if your iPhone disappeared
+That would be weird
+Could you function in a world without technology
+Or would you be scared?
+
+[Verse 2]
+Exploding octopus, block buster in the 6 finger hand
+Booby trap a box to shock the populace with wishful plans
+Initially ignored
+"Industrial society and its future"
+The manifesto of Kaczynski's war
+Life in seclusion
+Rivals and bruises
+Rifles and Uzis
+Devices with clues designed to confuse the FBI
+Throw 'em off plans
+Blowing off hands
+Blinding people first
+Soon the results were even worse
+Became obsessed with teaching society a lesson
+With home made weapons that reach society’s perception
+The Washington Post and The Times finally printed his manuscript
+That was the tipping point that notified his family
+With suspicion leading to his arrest
+His brother recognized his writing style and mission of death
+Ran up in his cabin and discovered undeniable proof of his guilt
+Sixteen bombs, twenty-three injured and three killed
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+120% Darkside Justice[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Fuck the machine, I’m raging against the broke life
+I love the cream, my sayings affect the coke price
+My demons are devils to the things that I don’t like
+Can I detach myself from 'em I know it’s so trife
+Murder assault, wild out of control type
+Worshiping at the altar of Ralph like a Lo Life
+Dress correct, heavy metal emperor roll tight
+I’m obsessed with death, Helter Skelter like Sean Price
+Know the tech kid, the sound of thunder
+No respectable Boba Fett-like bounty hunter
+No remorse, mega force records seek and destroy
+We kill em all, zip up the bag, bring em to the morgue
+Bring him to the coroner table then cut him up and look inside of him
+What the fuck would they think if someone lied to them?
+Sold em the dead dreams, listening to philosophers
+Going against me? Victory is impossible!
+
+[Hook x2]
+Blood money and death - Darkside Justice
+Trust nothing except - Darkside Justice
+Fuck love and respect - Darkside Justice
+One-twenty percent - Darkside Justice
+
+[Verse 2: Jus Allah]
+My rap’s scary, it escaped from my Blackberry
+Your rap stays trapped, it’s fake and imaginary
+My rap full of gats and bad vocabulary
+My rap has drug tracks and blood capillaries
+It’s all cemetery, and about mortuaries
+I ain’t saying anything out of the ordinary
+Not unusual, it’s the cult itinerary
+Attending funerals with a dull contemporary
+Weapons put you in blessings whenever necessary
+Gun straightened paper better than a secretary
+With just one shot turn a jock into a Jerry
+The Glocks that we carry, turn The Rock into a fairy
+Murder for no reason other than monetary
+The devil made me do it, it’s involuntary
+I keep clips and newspaper obituaries
+Behind a bookcase with a trick dictionary
+[Hook x2]
+Blood money and death - Darkside Justice
+Trust nothing except - Darkside Justice
+Fuck love and respect - Darkside Justice
+One-twenty percent - Darkside Justice
+
+[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
+It’s a perfect murder scene, a perfect murder by the perfect person
+Brujeria verse perfectly cursing a virgin
+What’s the faculty of energy perfect exertion
+Call me majesty, my words are conversed in a serpent
+Pussy boy left the war, they call it desertion
+I am dirty, I am opposite in every detergent
+If it isn't a Grey Goose then it’s certainly Bourbon
+I write my rhyme in Beirut with a burgundy turban
+Hard body rap, punch you in the chatter box
+I would never walk the hallways unless I had a ox
+That’s the reason why they put me in padded box
+I would’ve never been a problem if I had my pops
+I pull a motherfuckers card like a magic shop
+Mossberg means spin several metal savage shots
+The heater hit the fucking flesh like the cattle prod
+My physical body’s the vehicle for wrath of God
+
+[Hook x2]
+Blood money and death - Darkside Justice
+Trust nothing except - Darkside Justice
+Fuck love and respect - Darkside Justice
+One-twenty percent - Darkside JusticeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+This is Who I Am[Intro]
+I get up, I go to my methadone program to get my meth
+I drink my meth and I go make some money and go get
+Whatever I can get high on. That's about it. fucking get high
+What else is there?
+
+[Hook]
+This is who I am, this is what the world made me
+I don't give a fuck whether you love me or hate me
+I'm gonna die like that, forever at war
+Hated by most, loved by few, respected by all
+This is who I am, this is what the world made me
+I don't give a fuck whether you love me or hate me
+I'm gonna ride like that, forever at war
+Hated by most, loved by few, respected by all
+
+[Verse 1]
+With everything you gain there's something you lose
+You best be real clear on that, something you choose
+Sometimes the most valuable things mean nothing to fools
+And they don't want it til they see it means something to you
+But you can't have what's mine, homie, get your own
+Get the fuck out my face and stay in your lane
+You ain't nothing like me, kid, we ain't the same
+Get the fuck off my dick and stay in your lane
+Old school like Power Play, lounging with Fatal
+Nas rhyming in the lobby, Rakim in the A-room
+Before Non Phixion I was up in Chung King
+With Onyx and Jam Master J puffing the chronic
+A good dude, rest in peace
+RIP to big DS as well, I'm a spark the L
+Thinking about hard it was to come up in the game
+Over twenty years I love it the same
+Matter fact even love it more at the end of the day
+Been wanting to work with Muggs
+Since Cypress first dropped "Real Estate"
+Now I'm doing what I want to do, La Coka Nostra
+I won't stop til I'm on the wanted poster
+Came a long way from talent shows with Black Moon
+When Chuck Chillout was the manager for both of our groups
+This is '92, I'm talking bout fifteen years ago
+In the "Who Got The Props?" video with Gucci Rope
+My world, my life's deep, you can't imagine
+Crystalize torture, hatred in my soul like a cancer
+Neither can be bought nor sold no matter the ransom
+And neither truly exists without the other as the answer
+Mankind so inherently evil
+We made laws, religion, and jails simply to protect us from ourselves
+Got too many cases, get arrested for robberies that I didn't do
+My mugshot's in regular rotation
+[Hook]
+
+This is who I am
+This is who I amEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Chasing The Dragon[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+Stronger than morphine
+Crazier than crack cocaine
+Heavier than heroin dancing in your veins
+Chasing The Dragon
+Dancing on your grave
+Lace you with bangers
+Necro and ILL motherfucking Bill
+Lace you with madness
+
+[Verse 1: Necro]
+The Satanic Mephisto rap
+Aristocrat of butchery
+Malevolent monarch of murder just kicking back
+Lounging, the four-pound packing scoundrel
+Gore hound clapping your counsel
+Wrapping you up, surround your grill with bandages
+Strapping you up, tie you up, deny you of freedom
+Mummify you of credence
+The majestic dressed sick black gear baggy
+Pessimistic blessed it, react with fear when you see the Maggy
+Brutality part 1 mentality, arsenic
+Lyrical sarcophagus like Metallica with Cliff
+Black Mass Lucifer acid casket, back draft flame rap
+Hit the crack pipe glass, blast it
+An alien from another dimension
+Experiencing tension with very serious blood drenching henchman
+Mysterious, mystical, magical, miraculous
+Some furious typical animals attack you for your shit
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+A murderous brain, the mind of a surgeon turned insane
+We swoop down like vultures or birds of prey
+Burn your veins, like heroin, my words are grey
+They call me ILL cause I'm sicker than the germs in AIDS
+Young Vader, if my gun ain't it your mouth, keep it shut, hater
+Take it down a notch, homie, be a thug later
+Not here, take it elsewhere
+They'll find your legs and arms in a month
+They'll find your head next year
+A masterpiece, cop-killer, blast police
+Laughing at an NYPD catastrophe
+Lift you off your fucking feet like a tractor beam
+I'm selling rap to teens like crack to fiends
+Only after you lose everything
+Is when you're free to do anything that you want
+And I'm a take it in blood
+I'll feed you a feast of middle fingers and fuck you's
+Fuck off, faggot, put my foot in your face, follow through
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+
+[Verse 3: Necro]
+You'll catch a belligerent bludgeoning
+By the metaphysical technician of execution
+We'll cut your spleen
+Surgically cutting your brain purposely
+Nervously, lobotomy, fucking insane circuitry
+Hip-hop autopsy rap
+Cadaverous, the maverick of gun popping
+I'm on a not having it kick
+Entrepreneur gore rep it
+Tepic like a septic schizo
+I'm a sicko technically perfected
+[Verse 4: ILL Bill]
+It's type hard trying a blow up in the NYC
+I won't stop until Jordan's rocking ILL Bills on his feet
+The first fifteen minutes a Saving Private Ryan
+How I fire iron
+Run up on you shooting and start a riot
+I'm like John Leslie in his prime, emptying nines
+Felony crimes are designed by the deadliest minds
+A powerful weapon
+My words sharp enough to leave audiences of thousands headless
+Murder from out the mouth of legends
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+How to Survive the Apocalypse[Sample from the movie Armageddon]
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+If the Apocalypse started today
+Some of us would try to hide
+And some of us would cry to God and pray
+It's a dangerous world on a fragile axis
+Most of us aren't prepared if society ever collapses
+Major volcanic to earthquake events
+Tsunamis swallowing cities
+Drown entire populations to death
+It could be nuclear, biological or chemical war
+Or martial law or we could just run out of oil
+Those with major health issues won't survive
+Anyone on dialysis or a respirator device will die
+When the power-grid fails for days, weeks or months or years
+Think about that possibility with fear
+Power failure leads to no food or water
+Leading to collapse of law and order
+Then massive robberies and slaughters
+Riots and looting
+Widespread violence and shootings
+Gunshot battles
+Survivors take rifles and Uzis
+
+[Hook]
+I'll show you how to survive the apocalypse
+I'll show you how to survive the end of the world
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+Having guns ain't the key to survival though
+They're just a piece of a big puzzle
+Of course it's more about what you know
+Practical skills are your most valuable tool
+Don't fall into the same traps that amateurs do
+Buy your beans, bullets and Band-Aids
+Cause in the last days, money's worthless
+What'll matter is what you have to trade
+So practice raising a vegetable garden
+After apocalypse you can survive if you're an exceptional farmer
+Old technology could be your salvation
+Study how the world survived before modern civilization
+Gaining water, food, shelter, fuel, communications
+And build weapons and tools they once used to rule nations
+Share and watch each others backs
+Choose your friends wisely
+Increasing the probability of everyone surviving
+But most of all build your self reliance
+Protect your family
+And make sure always be prepared for violence
+
+[Hook]
+I'll show you how to survive the apocalypse
+I'll show you how to survive the end of the worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Truth[Verse 1]
+Ayo, I seen it all
+From what the truth should be, to what the truth is
+As we evolve from what we used to be onto some new shit
+Rewrite the blueprint, with true grit
+Students of moving bricks and full clips
+Or otherwise we just threw fists
+Been breaking bad, ever since before I became a dad, or made in in rap
+In truth, I still cater to that
+Root for the villain getting paid in full
+Spraying the gat on the roof of my building
+Getting brain, taking it back
+I was that projects professor
+A white kid digesting Five Percenter lessons
+I copped from the brother selling incense
+Extensively, studied Rakim and all the emcees
+Eventually discovered I spit rather intensely
+Now here I am, speaking to everybody that be listening
+The hardcore hiphop with heart, like nitroglycerin
+The type of rap you feel in your cardiac
+That grimy, illmatical boom bap - mathematical goon rap
+
+[Hook]
+Check one-two, one-two
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ayo, I rise and laugh at the lies, analyzing the science of things
+In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king
+The path of the divine crash into gunfire and brimstone
+Adapt to survive - the spilled blood dries when the wind blows
+Look to the past, see your future staring back at you
+Holdin' a gat, holdin' you back
+And bearing ample fruit and opportunity
+Get in where the fuck you fit in with unity
+We stand tall - what the fuck could you do to the assault literary?
+Slaughtercult military - Necronomicon Don
+Occult visionary
+Conspiracy host behold secret mystery scrolls
+Seen black satanic lesbian titties explode
+Fuck livin' on your knees, I'd rather die on my feet
+Rise in the street, fistfights with riot police
+These lines I wrote potent like lines of coke
+A kaleidoscope of the violent prone
+That's just me on the beat by Pete Rock n roll
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+The excellence and inspiration of truth, is the pursuit
+It's like an exercise for the mind
+Like a nine when it shoots
+Testify with lies implied beside a mountain of proof
+Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, many have died for the fruit
+Organic and natural, harvested from off the vine
+Of verified indisputable factual and actual
+The only sure thing in life is death, shooters and bricks
+Coca pure, sniff white, respect Lucifer's gift
+Death is only the beginning, heads exploding and spinning
+Like The Exorcist possession
+Unholy and grinning
+Tell 'em Welcome to hell, enter the ceremony of winning
+Where I'm from sharks fly and the vultures are swimming
+The truth is gang raped while the world watches it horrorified
+Compulsively taped with flip cams then watch it tomorrow high
+Shoot it like Columbine
+Edit it and upload, then YouTube it online for derelicts and cutthroatsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Canarsie Artie’s Brigade[Ill Bill]
+You like to take drugs and hear music, my album is engineered
+Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear
+I make the devil do the work of God and God do evil
+I'm both positive and negative, I'm like two people
+Both from New York, New York, so trife they named it twice
+Only idiots is broke, the hood is paved with ice
+Paved with gold but never let it rape ya soul
+Turn the tables on the dough homie take control
+Fuck not eatin' shot the sheriff, made 'em stop breathin'
+Anybody that ever fucked with me I got even
+Wanna be here hardcore homie but you not leavin'
+Starin' down at yourself prayin' maybe you'll stop bleedin'
+God hates us all, use your brain to decorate the wall
+Put a bullet in ya dome, desecrate ya skull
+A world of pain so hot, Bill burst into flames
+Psychological, spit it like a person deranged
+
+[Necro]
+I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical
+Just statin' facts hollow tip bullets keep the biscuit full
+My rap speaks for itself, it's alive
+It says fuck with me and I'll have to murder you to survive
+There ain't many like me not too many like me
+Too many wanna be like me it's not likely
+Ya packin' a sword and a bat
+But me I'm runnin' across the chessboard with a gat, aimed at ya queen
+I don't gotta play this game clean
+But I'm a play it like I mean business and I'm a utilize my brain to scheme
+Rap been producin' directin' pimpin' an evil thinkin' clappin'
+It's gruesome dissections
+I started rhymin' in 88 like eighth grade in New York state
+The only emotion I displayed was hate
+For pigs with gats and kids that rat
+Fuck a snitch, you can't blame me for an animal like that
+[Q-Unique]
+I clash with the mind of a machetero
+And laugh if you cryin' when I blast the metal
+March with an army of darkness until ya shotty go shot less
+With a cock that'll make ya mommy drop topless
+Write a bible quote with his blood on the wall
+Another horror flick victim is just, runnin' to fall
+Now the FBI say that theirs a nut on the crawl
+It's Q the fuckin' maniac, brought a gun to the brawl
+Pop the tow truck cop from my automobile
+Then slide up in the club and party with my portable steel
+Violence for the violent consumer, keep ya ear to the beat
+Ya eyes glued to the luger and true to the herd
+Hopin' to hurt ya fancy life
+Cuz I paid taxes and vote for the anti Christ
+Unholy trinity, vacate the whole vicinity
+Scrappin' dignity and quickly take the hoes virginity
+
+[Gortex]
+Gore’s back, the fourth Zodiac, sharpshooter, top of the pack
+I keep it poppin' like I'm thrown in Iraq
+Y'all know the cults back, the most hated with the sickest flow
+Control freak handin' out cups like I was Jim Jones
+Bury the rubble, half y'all live in the bubble
+Fakin' my own death to forge passports and body doubles
+Flash to 86, bubble coats toast and sneakers
+Slay ya wrists, keep the posse thick, ropes and beepers
+Dead celebrities, real life ain't as dope as the movies
+Mental funeral the trauma unit since it was juvis
+Out the hood groupies, coke head thugs and rock cuties
+Motley Crue sluts love to chew cock and cop boobies
+Swing the war hammer, see me on tour flyin' the Gor banner
+The pigs tryin' to catch me out shoppin' I'm so modest
+The gods are metal so consider the dream
+Elvis is dead and 2Pac, he livin' in QueensEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Overkill[Verse 1]
+I make ruthless records consecutive
+Disconnect your wig, wet you in your living room
+Disrespect your crib, spit fire at you
+Pop pop, cause your body to ooze
+Bill, anything I spit's uncle Howie approved
+There ain't no justice and there ain't no peace
+These mean streets are like the evil dead eager to feast
+Soul chasers will leave you diseased, what you get dealing with creeps
+People sleep until we cause the desert eagles to speak
+There's no love and no loyalty left
+Learn ya lesson, the hood shot rich porter to death
+Only the hood die young, rest in peace to Jam Masta Jay
+Biggie and Pac, and all the rest who passed away
+I'm like an animal, trying to survive
+Striving for a better tomorrow, the world's full of terror and sorrow
+Tears drop from a little baby boy or girl
+While the push of a button could destroy the world
+
+[Hook X2]
+It's a overkill, no escaping this we raping this homie
+It's a overkill, expose to nuclear radiation
+It's a overkill, push the chromosone chromosplode
+It's a overkill, peep the overfiend overload
+
+[Verse 2]
+Hit you with the nine shell in your head like Kleinfeld
+My mind's swelled, I laugh at it like Seinfeld or Larry David
+Then blast off like Larry Davis
+We carry bangers and air you out like airplane hangers
+I rock 5 star general status, projects to Paris
+At the Hilton sticking foreign objects in Paris
+I'm very paranoid tell me what they asked you? Splash you
+Nuke you like fast food, splatter you when I clap tools
+I keep it simple like grass roots, attack troops
+Ghetto gorillas in track suits, wet up your whole shit like a bathroom
+I catch fools slipping and hit 'em with capsules of blow cause cash rules
+The truth newport carton junkies and street trash, wheat grass
+Customers cop hundreds of weed bags
+Yeah I was chosen to kill those who are smoking the krills
+Sold it to you out the old seville, yo you know the drill
+[Hook X2]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Go overboard, this is Ill Bill the overlord, go to war
+I approach you with a trojan horse, entire armies are slaughtered
+Explosions of gore, soldiers fall, hot enough to cause your bones to dissolve
+Go through walls, Let the don use it, mix it with orange juice and abuse it
+Throw your guns in the air and lose it, gangstas and goons with uzis
+We underhanded money, rubberbanded the son of sam, son of man
+People too stupid to understand, I'm the host with the most
+Travel coast to coast, rolling like nostra coke, when I post the toast
+Leave you wetter than PCP dispose of folks, loced out leave you with holes
+Your clothes are soaked, you fucking shithead your thought process is idiotic
+It gets worse blow a hole in your head, leave you retarded, look at you know
+Stupid fuck see what you started, I won't stop till all of are dearly departed
+
+[Hook X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Skull & Guns[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+Every Kennedy was assassinated by the Illuminati
+They should’ve went to Yankee Stadium for Giuliani
+Said Halliburton impersonated Sunni jihadits
+Or at the Black Sabbath show pulling UZIs on Ozzy
+Experts in judo and karate, shooters with shotties
+Use computers to rob commodities, abuse technology
+Produce monopolies, Google and Youtube robbery
+Automatic, in other words these goons shoot constantly
+Starting innocent enough until the militants come
+Bringing bow and arrow nukes and guerrillas with guns
+But sometimes it’s like killing a cockroach with a sledgehammer
+Buying black market hummingbird stealth-cameras
+Beyond the gates through the eyes of horror
+Walk the seven churches channeling a fiery aura
+Cautionary tale, extraordinary rendition
+Torture me in jail and then the warden went missing
+
+[Hook: Ill Bill] x2
+Yo we just talking, conversations with God
+Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble
+Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it
+Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic
+
+[Verse 2: Slaine]
+Yeah I can feel the fire again, the clench in my jaw
+The rage in my chest, the stress in my palm, the pressure is on
+The message is still reckless, my death-wish is gone
+My focus is back, I'm sharp and obsession is strong
+Critics told me that my message was wrong, they wasn’t listening right
+Poetic prophet with the petulant storm
+With the testament torn, smoking angel dust inside of Bible pages
+My records was born from passion and survival rages
+From people seen passing locked inside of cages
+Running streets and hiding gauges, I’m performing live on stages
+As positive as it can be for me
+It’s my prerogative, are you sure you want to beef with me?
+Nah you too chickens are too fishy, smelling faggoty and trashy and maggoty
+Holding the liquor bottle nothing can stagger me
+People love to hear stories of riches to raggedy
+But what about the snitches and bitches always nagging me?
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Everlast]
+I don’t sleep, I don’t rust, in God I trust
+Got a blood, got a cash, got a power lust
+Got a bag of trick knowledge and an eye that’s all-seeing
+While you’re waiting on the comeback of your supreme being
+Master technician of the superstition
+Doctor and a scholar, apocalyptic horror
+Since Genesis I spit Revelations
+Within infinite patience I United Nations
+I’m the rising sun, I’m the new tomorrow
+I’m the skull on the gun, I’m the song of sorrow
+I’m the thirteenth hour, I’m the wisest owl
+I’m a soul-eating predator, I’m on the prowl
+I’m the stolen land, the wisest man
+I’m the hidden hand, I’m the oldest plan
+I’m the shifting shape, I’m the changing form
+I’m the novus seclorum, I’m the coming storm
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gangsta Rap[ILL Bill]
+Ayo, I smoke dust and shoot cops, sold guns to 2Pac
+Smoked blunts with Biggie Smalls and sold drugs on New Lots
+I was too young, couldn't get up in clubs back in the old days
+We used rob and terrorize kids in front of homebase
+When Funkmaster Flex was inside rocking the whole place
+We was outside, smacking kids and snatching gold chains
+Bagging mad pigeons, catching mad digits, bad bitches
+And when they husbands came around we had to blast biscuits
+A bunch of bad Brooklyn kids that always had pistols
+Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
+And mad problems, worshipping gangsters and bank robbers
+Watching Scarface, starting fights at rap concerts
+Until we realized how to get the real money
+Steal money, kidnap money, kill money
+It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
+Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
+Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
+Got the IRS looking at you, wanna fuck you
+Sniffing so much blow, you don't know if you can trust you
+Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
+Go against the ILL Bill and Non Phixion will crush you
+Bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
+We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
+The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers
+Where my gangstas at?
+[Sampling/Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Black MetalVerse 1]
+
+I spit on behalf of my death cult made of millions of morbid angels
+Standing in a burning church in Norway lost in hatred
+Of course Satan smiles through the face of a child
+Whose born with the number of the Devil scraped into his scalp
+We don’t like none of y’all at all
+My fuck your mother in the mouth type of dawgs might write this song
+Triple X bitches call me and invite me home
+They run up on me on the street in then invite me dome
+I spit the truth for the youth movement, it’s goon music
+Engineered to make you bang your motherfucking head to it
+Learn ships, live fast lives and spit flames then burn bitches with crackpipes like Rick James
+Ill Bill, I’m from Brooklyn where the stars are born
+I make drug music plus I be involved in porn
+I be the chosen like Robby Benson beyond comprehension
+Holding a toaster like Bronson in Death Wish
+
+[Hook x 2]
+
+Black metal, I cock back react thorough
+In la botanica con el santero
+Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril
+Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil
+
+[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]
+I know a babalawo who cuts chicken heads
+I fuck chicken heads man that Santeria shit is fucking wild
+I’m feeling like my time running out
+I’m the middle of the block guns drawn when they gun it down
+I break speed limits on the highway to Hell
+They got the Devil chasing me trying to give me life without bail
+I drink spirits and smoke form for medicine
+And inhale elements of sickle cell
+You can catch me in the hood like VD
+That Sixth Side Street shit homes and we ain’t deal with the PD
+The most hated on the block with no greatest
+Crash through the storm and attack the storm raiders
+I shoot the shit with Shaman, my spirit is still starving
+Imagine all the shit that my soul famine is causing
+Knife-carving nine on the psychos at night swarming
+I fight to be righteous but the murder is more calm
+
+[Hook x 2]
+
+[Verse 3: Q-Unique]
+
+I been forced to fulfill a dark and hateful agarro
+And was born the son of a Satan santero
+Burn black candles for a black Sabbath
+After the fact the priest converted her to a crack addict
+It’s flat madness with black gats and black magic
+Sit and watch the death of faces and laugh at it
+With two white pale goth bitches lost in an orgy
+And you too could subscribe for the cost of a forty
+I got the blood of the faceless pagans on me
+A sacred place praying to raise a Haitians army
+The Babalawo wolf from Brooklyn in all white
+White fitted, white Nikes, moving that pure white all night
+Make a bruha scream chango and fuck their brains out
+Your ice crucifix won’t save you, tuck your chains now
+Between heaven and hell pa’ arriba y pa’ abajo
+Knowing the devil itself vamos pa’l carajo
+[Hook x 2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Too Young[Chorus: Darp Malone]
+I found out that I was, too young, not grown
+I was, not ready for a world so cold
+I was, not prepared to make it on my own
+I was, not ready for what life unfolds
+And it was, too much, too soon
+I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true
+I didn't think about what I'm about to do
+I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be true
+
+[Verse 1: E-Dot]
+I was too young, but these my people, so that's okay though
+I was down for anything, I'd do it if they say so
+Look how they cookin' it up, I'd sit and watch their cake grow
+Watching Robbie in the corner, he there snorting yeyo
+And everybody acting cool like that right there's okay though
+So I walk over to him, and I'm like yo hey bro
+What the fuck are you doing? Get away from the table
+He like, this ain't nothing but a little bit of the yeyo
+I got it covered plus I make the profit from sales
+He acting like he hadn't heard not one of them tales
+The dopest brother, knocked him and they took him to jail
+There go another, this hustler here was destined to fail
+Convicted, but the last I heard he tried to appeal
+And Eric, he gone he wilding, busting his steel off at the popo
+These are the trial and tribulations of kids trying to act like grown folks
+[Chorus: Darp Malone]
+I found out that I was, too young, not grown
+I was, not ready for a world so cold
+I was, not prepared to make it on my own
+I was, not ready for what life unfolds
+And it was, too much, too soon
+I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true
+I didn't think about what I'm about to do
+I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be true
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I was, too young to fall in love like Motley Crue
+Too young, I pulled a gun and I shot this dude
+It was over a girl, foolish pride, I was crucified
+Just another youthful juvenile, doing time
+Forgive me mama, I never meant for you to cry
+Went to trial, I was sent to do a two to five
+Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
+Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
+And I ain't no punk, here you fix your face or get your face fixed
+Facelift, predicate cutter, you get you face ripped
+They'll bust your shit wide open and make you leak
+You better chill out, before I birthday cake your feet
+Not a bad guy, I don't wanna catch mad time
+So I chill with work release in the back of my mind
+But the guy that I popped wasn't dead
+He's locked up in here now too and wants revenge
+I got shanked in my bed!
+[Chorus: Darp Malone]
+I found out that I was, too young, not grown
+I was, not ready for a world so cold
+I was, not prepared to make it on my own
+I was, not ready for what life unfolds
+And it was, too much, too soon
+I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true
+I didn't think about what I'm about to do
+I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be true
+
+[Verse 3: Slaine]
+I was too young to say no, too young to yell nope
+Old enough to taste anger but not enough to smell hope
+Thirteen years old, my beloved mother had just passed
+I started puffing grass, drinking forties, cutting class
+My father always used to beat on me and bust my ass repeatedly
+I couldn't wait to get a change of scenery
+I never had a dream: nobody believed in me
+These mean streets are the only thing I've seen defeat
+I'm sixteen being free, chewing vics and percs
+Caught a OC habit quick, and my life got worse
+Cause now I'm sick unless I get a pill, so my head is filled
+With deep schemes, my tolerance: I let it build
+But when street dreams and quick cash is difficult
+You find you get the same high cheap from sniffing dope
+Now I'm shooting with the neighborhood people
+Nobody could save me from evil, I'm a slave to the needle
+I'm too young!
+[Chorus: Darp Malone]
+I found out that I was, too young, not grown
+I was, not ready for a world so cold
+I was, not prepared to make it on my own
+I was, not ready for what life unfolds
+And it was, too much, too soon
+I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true
+I didn't think about what I'm about to do
+I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be true
+I found out that I was, too young, not grown
+I was, not ready for a world so cold
+I was, not prepared to make it on my own
+I was, not ready for what life unfolds
+And it was, too much, too soon
+I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true
+I didn't think about what I'm about to do
+I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be trueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Trust Nobody[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+The motherfucking Cult Leader is back
+The Hour of Reprisal is here
+Billy Idol put the nine to your ear
+The all-time grimiest, I'm the nuclear truth
+I let black market plutonium loose in the booth
+My beats kick you dead in your face, loosen your tooth
+I'll be creeping up on you like a deuce-deuce in a boot
+Trust nobody, homeboys will change on you
+Stab you in the back, pull the twelve gauge on you
+I've been involved in epic battles and holy wars
+No remorse, quiet money, private benjamins like Goldie Hawn
+Most religions sleep underneath a soldier's corpse
+Chopped them in half, used them a source of warmth
+Seven eyes, seven horns, secret wars
+Jesus walks across troubled water bleeding from his palms
+His feet, eyes, ears, nose, his crown, his mouth
+Eventually stopped talking when they cut his tongue out
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill] x2
+Trust nobody, no way, no how, never
+Trust nobody, no shit, homie, don't you ever
+Trust nobody, no way, no how, never
+Trust nobody, trust nobody
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+The person you least expected to cut your throat
+Will be the first creep directing a gun at your dome
+I've seen brother kill brother for the love of the dollar
+They turned snakes on each other like my mother and father
+I beat everything, every angle, every agenda
+Many pretenders attempt to enter my presence
+And test the intelligence level
+Remove the head of the devil
+I don't even trust God, I think I'm going to hell
+It's a cold world, I don't trust religion
+I don't trust the police nor the justice system
+I don't like doctors, lawyers, or politicians
+I don't like liars, it was deception that ruined Non Phixion
+I pray for peace but always stay prepared for war
+Destroy you if you push me up against the wall
+I seen it all, everyone of y'all love to conduct schemes
+Trust nobody, homie, don't even trust me
+[Hook: ILL Bill] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Kill Devil Hills[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+
+Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopus
+The two-headed eagle, thirty-third degree Hebrew
+I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah
+And the CIA-funded Guatemalan terror squads
+The Pentagon’s the TV producer, the war’s the product
+And the media’s the salesperson hustling consumers
+Global instability, terror networks, embassy bombings
+A thousand ways to get the century popping
+When mobs of people storm the neighbourhood banks
+Riots in Time Square paralyzed by suicide bombings and tanks
+Confined to evil, rides are regal
+Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the people and then shot in their cerebral
+One got away, created an empire made of fire
+Now he crying that the CIA made him wear a wire
+Now he getting waterboarded up with some pliers
+Pulling out his fingernails every time he tell a lie
+
+[Hook]
+
+Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
+Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
+Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols
+The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you
+Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
+Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
+Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols
+The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you
+
+[Verse 2: B-Real]
+
+So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulated
+I got a vision, the light in my head illuminated
+Your mind’s scattered and broken and battered
+So what does it matter that a rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s ladder?
+I climbed the pyramid and punch him in the eyeball
+Give him a black eye, take a picture with my iPhone
+Now his eye swolled ripping out my sidearm
+They don’t like me, I’m ghetto, I spit and get my high on
+Tell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lot
+Keeping it raw whether I’m in a bad mood or not
+Open your mind with the venomous rhyme, a rare skill
+Lines born in a cypher, you asked for a square deal
+You see me grinning, your head is spinning
+The symbolism is just like prison, I’m trying to free you from your condition
+I got a suspicion you bitches are wishing me gone
+I’m hitting the chron, a kiss on the cheek and it’s gone
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
+
+I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian, I’m a Shriner
+Moorish Science Temple of America’s Osama
+Amun Nebu Re Akh Ta Al Mateen is the father
+United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer
+It’s wild hard tryna stay on my deen
+I’m a bomb, I’m aram son of Shem and Fateem
+Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime
+I’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team
+I’m a force to be reckoned with, I’m the deer hunter
+The dirtbag to the underage beer runner
+I like cold and snow, never revere summer
+If God is a woman then I never hear from her
+I’ll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumber
+I’m the definition of lightning, you fear thunder
+I’m taking everything motherfucker so fear hunger
+You have a soft heartbeat fucking queer drummer
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+World Premier[Intro]
+"And among the things we must practice is this"
+"Well then you just sit back and listen because I have a story for you!"
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+It was a commercial on the DNA & Hank Love show
+If you was there you know about the Little Rascal Studio
+In Jamaica Queens, hot to death, dude was a clown
+But back then it was probably the cheapest studio in town
+I went from watching Video Music Box with Ralph McDaniels
+To rocking 30,000 people surrounded by cameras
+First rhyme in '82, first band '87
+First time we played as crew I doubt it was very impressive
+But we kept on practicing and we got better with time
+Practice makes everything perfect, I'm in my veteran prime
+And it's bigger than hip-hop or being clever with rhymes
+Cause I actually feed my seed with these endeavors of mine
+And it's taken me around the world several times, it's crazy
+What hard work and being focused can achieve is amazing
+My uncle's favorite group was Gang Starr,I wish he was here
+Rest in peace to Howie and Guru, but salute to Premier
+This is The Grimy Awards
+When it's time to record
+I attack the beat breaks like a viking with his sword
+So throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air
+Like you ain't care and make some noise for DJ Premier
+[Hook] x2
+Say Premo!
+(Premo!)
+"It's ILL Bill"
+"Is a world premier"
+"World"
+"Premier"
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I remember dreaming about working with Extra P and Pete Rock
+Put my mind to it and now they blessing me with heat rocks
+Same thing with Muggs, same thing with Premo and The Beatnuts
+My dream team injected in your bloodstream, you bleed drugs
+Done four with Preme but this one's gots to be my favorite
+Been a fan before Mass Appeal or Daily Operation
+Since before they dropped Just To Get A Rep
+I've been a fan of Gang Starr ever since Words I Manifest
+And what's my favorite Primo joint of all time?
+It's either Kick In The Door or New York State Of Mind
+Or Ten Crack Commandments or Take It Personal
+Too many bangers to choose from, he's too versatile
+The Future Is Now joint, Rock Stars, unforgettable
+The way he flipped Above The Clouds on the hook was incredible
+Society Is Brainwashed, Mind Your Business
+This is a World Premier, and I designed the lyrics
+This is The Grimy Awards
+When it's time to record
+I attack the beat breaks like a viking with his sword
+So throw your motherfucking hands up in the air
+Like you don't care and make some noise for DJ Premier
+[Hook] x2
+Say Premo!
+(Premo!)
+"It's ILL Bill"
+"Is a world premier"
+"World"
+"Premier"
+
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Swordfish[Verse 1]
+Killing snakes that side-wind
+Tripping on Jakes and drive-bys
+Walk around high, sniff an entire eighth in five lines
+Fire nines at you five times
+I'll rise from the grave seven days after I died and spit flames
+Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes
+Spit Molotovs at pop-stars and explode bombs under cop cars
+Arms dealers that I met I bought nerve gas and laser rifles
+They CIA, they take they names from the Bible
+Jesus specialized in chemical weapons and bio-robotics
+Met him in Cairo, he was chilling with this guy Mohammed
+Ex-PLO Honcho that went AWOL
+He sell black market organs at the CIA store
+They introduced me to they bro Moses
+Pulled out an eight-ball of that Grade-A shit, and froze noses
+Then they told me bout Ish and Isaac
+Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other psychic
+They was after me, they was asking mad questions
+Jesus told me he suspects that they were hired by the Russians
+I always thought that they was cousins
+Who gives a fuck? Fuck them faggots!
+When I see them I'mma buck them!
+
+[Hook] X2
+It's a hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing
+Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing
+Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits
+It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists
+[Verse 2]
+Blowing up buildings like Tyler Durden
+My mind's perverted
+Eight women orgies, these congressmens' wives are dirty
+Extroverted like Wild Wild West strippers
+And death lifts us to higher levels
+I hire devils to kill other devils
+The funds expensive, never-ending troubles
+Shoot-outs because of my Uncle, forever bubble
+Bombed the airport, jetted in the cherry-red Porsche
+Catching head from this whore, that I met at the store
+Jesus had the Lamborghini and that bitch from Tahiti
+That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some Martini
+A disturbed past; involved in all types of terrorism
+I know how to dispense nerve gas through televisions
+Tera Patrick and Adriana Sage
+Undercover FBI agents that look great and give fantastic brain
+Adriana gave me a platinum chain
+A mercenary in this savage game
+I skyjacked the plane!
+
+[Hook X2]
+It's a hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing
+Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing
+Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits
+It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists
+[Verse 3]
+Assassins get fazed, thrown in stealth planes
+Exploding death pays, it's gangsta
+Y'all fucking faggots know the next phase
+You'll get your dome X-rayed
+Kidnap you like Los Pepes
+The chrome TEC spray, you get pussy, I own sex slaves
+It's God's will, fuck with me you get shot and killed
+Chopped into pieces and stuffed in the trunk of a Bonneville
+Globe-trot, smoke pot, with bitches that so hot
+They go to the Grammy's wearing a see-through dress and no bra
+No panties, fuck with me I'll kill your whole family
+Cyanide, now or later she choking on candy
+I choreographed the goriest massacres
+Missouri to Africa
+No story is graphic-er!
+
+[Hook X2]
+It's a hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing
+Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing
+Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits
+It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terroristsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m a Goon[Verse 1]
+I hold my pistol like the bible
+Turn the page to a verse of vengeance
+Volcanoes of violence erupt in the words of each sentence
+Here's a toast to the death of my enemies
+My energy similar to the devil's chi
+My treachery stretch for centuries
+Menacing venomously
+Make you hemmorage tremendously
+My five senses suspended in weed and Hennessy
+You bleed endlessly
+My greed gets me everything, pussy, cars, anything
+The means to fulfill any dream
+I'm a fiend for the better things
+La Coka Nostra, my team be veterans
+Uncle Howie get the cream, who's better bitch?
+Forever rich, lock me up and throw away the key, I'll still never snitch
+I'm a goon
+
+[Hook]
+(Wild style goons in the room)
+I'm a goon with a golden six-shooter and a mullet
+I'm a goon
+We the ones that they write movies about
+(Uncle Howie goons take over)
+[Verse 2]
+I make the mosh pit spin like the Anthrax "Indians" video
+Here we go a cross between Slipknot and Willie Bobo
+So dope I cause relapses and overdoses
+Explosive like stone tablets in the hands of Moses
+The most focused on global implosion
+Bill burn the truth into your eyes leaving both of them smoking
+Smile for the barrel, swallow the magnum
+Laughing in your face while the back of your head is vomiting fragments
+You can't kill Bill, that was a movie, you can't move me
+Withstand the maximum impact of Uzis or AK-47s
+I'm already dead, it's ILL BILL the 2011 Melle Mel
+Motherfucker what's really real? Really ill?
+Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel yo we really will
+Through windshields, windpipes and car seats
+You die on the belt parkway next to Canarsie
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+I'm a goon in a world of atheists and religious fanatics
+Pimps, whores, drug dealers, drug addicts
+Rock stars, rappers, actors and other characters
+Starfuckers and cocksuckers and million dollar savages
+Negotiate with blowtorches to faces
+Vacation, the golden nugget, made a fortune in Vegas
+I'm the greatest, perfect methods of execution painless, popped in the ear of the stainless
+Leave even geniuses brainless
+Leave the general population shocked and horrified
+Fucking with me you might as well have been born to die
+My values are loyalty, truth, respect, and honor
+My family's royalty, my life is an endless drama
+My art is death and I'm about to paint masterpieces
+Catastrophes, shattered dreams, amputees
+Forgiveness is between you and god I just arrange the meeting
+I just arrange the firing squad, arrange the bleeding, I'm a goon
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cult Assassin[Ill Bill]
+There's a fixed rate of pay per murder & the assassin
+Is a expert so you know that he stay with the burner
+From buying Glocks to LSD psych ops
+Amen Ra Masonic Lodge
+To the private blog of Adam Weishaupt
+Public enemy caught in the shooter's lobby
+The real life Luca Brasi, so fuck you and the Illuminazi
+Spray with the milf
+The cradle of filth
+A.38, some cocaine and some pills, stay chill
+Supergroupies wanna get raped & scraped in the grill
+Duct taped & filmed, I cut to the chase & I drill
+This that murderworld animal funk, a brand you can trust
+Like Phil Knight, listen how it bang in the trunk
+
+[Hook]x2
+The darkness that surround us can't hurt us
+It's the darkness in the heart of our souls
+That turn us into murderers
+Even though we gutter
+We still gotta reach for the stars
+Peace to the gods
+Now speak to the kronze
+
+[Ill Bill]
+They say that doomsday was written in an alien bible
+In algebraic code
+Signalling a day of reprisal
+Now pay the toll
+Homemade weapons, razors crazy glued to toothbrushes
+Two suspects, no arrests, Koolaid smiles & hold grudges
+Excited deathsquads, Knights of Templar
+The lightest kevlar, the finest champagne, write your memoirs
+They tried to extradite him for running guns
+So he faked his own death & had plastic surgery in Colombia
+The last of the cast iron, blast fire, anti
+Accidental billionaire amongst the vampires
+Protest is not disturbing the peace
+There's no peace to disturb in a war
+Murder galore, secret police
+Plain clothes, F.B.I. earpiece
+Work the crowd with sunglasses on
+Beach hat, banana clip at the bar
+The AK under the dinner table
+We innovative
+So we'll survive after everything else has disintegrated
+[Hook]x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Legend Has It[Verse 1]
+A drug deal gone bad, dead drug dealers, dead D.T.’s
+A duffel bag of yayo, at least seven keys
+Pool party, shoot-out veteran, call me Jim Shooter
+Horse Cock, Lefty Two Guns with twin Rugers
+Grand Theft Auto, sawed-off shotty party
+Canarsie artie, rep the hood,
+The rap John Tardy with nines on me
+Tell me who you be or you be gone
+We squeeze chromes, stop you in your tracks
+Fuck up your life like teen moms
+One Hour Photo, creep out like Mork From Ork
+Use the HK to speak when I talk the talk
+Walk quietly and pop with the MP-7
+Put it to your melon, pop off and empty seven
+Split you in half like when my mom and dad was divorced
+Me and my peoples be the real life gangs of New York
+I’m so sick with it, I spit it like cannibal corpse
+We be causing a moshpit like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
+So who you think this is? Ill Bill, ride and I’m gone
+Horrifying like a Time Square suicide bomb
+Beyond and beyond, we let the drama start
+Terrorize you like freedom fighters
+Exploding on the streets of Islamabad
+Unapproachable, unfriendly, untouchable
+Bullet-proof, torture you to death, punish you
+Connect heart, react like Colombian death squad
+Funded by CIA drug money, possessed by
+[Hook x 2]
+Legend has it that before I war I worship Satan
+Drink human blood and have orgies amongst Masons
+Amongst the faces of presidents that crush nations
+Stuff a nun, sacred slut, draped in lust and hatred
+
+[Verse 2]
+I put the biscuit in your mouth, spit it like System Of A Down
+Get your weight up, I’m throwing pistols at the crowd
+Now a powerbroker
+Non fiction, the future is now over
+Prisoners of war tortured by proud soldiers
+Tell horror stories, Medal of Honour for war ceremonies
+Transport drugs like heavy metal roadies
+While they transmit their bullshit through television cameras
+Super powers throwing their gang signs like gang bangers
+Fuck CNN, fuck Meet the Press, fuck Al Jazeera
+Fuck all of y’all, I won’t be brainwashed by the media
+Speak it how I live it, powerful lyrics
+Leave an entire crowd in hysterics
+Popping the four pound when you hear it
+I been the worst thing since the CIA trained Bin Laden
+The kids ride when I pop off, Crooklyn to Compton
+I be the crypt keeper, the Grim Reaper, I spit ether
+Guaranteed fatalities, leaving your wig leaking
+[Hook x 2]
+
+[Verse 3]
+When I die I pray to God that I arrive in Heaven
+At least an hour before the Devil know that I’m dead
+It’s gonna take more than a single bullet hole to my head
+You’re gonna have to nuke the whole Brooklyn borough instead
+I trust nobody, question everything, I’m the king
+Turn the weak into wolves and the wolves into sheep
+Teach you how to kill police then dispose of the heat
+My foes throw themselves off of buildings in the throes of defeat
+I’m like the Moses of this whole shit
+I got bitches that sell blow, blow dick, and suck their own tits
+Choking on weed smoke, we squeeze toast
+My enemies scream, “No, please don’t!”
+Get your whole team soaked
+We coked out like Chris Farley the day he died
+Survive and your life don’t mean shit if you ain’t even really alive
+I walk off backwards with my nines in your faces
+While you watch me brainwash your entire generation
+
+[Hook x 2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Alien Workshop[Intro]
+The startling footage we're about to show you was photographed by a 42 year old, Romero Valadares
+This video was taken yesterday afternoon at his son's seventh birthday in the city of Passo Fundo, Brazil
+It was sent to the local news bureau there and
+Sent to us via satellite just a few minutes ago
+All initial opinions are, this is genuine
+What you're about to see, may disturb you
+
+[Verse: ILL Bill]
+Murder forensicles surrounded by alternative tentacles
+Extraterrestrials step out of starships in pressure suits
+Claiming humans were created inside of test tubes
+Horrifyingly huge eye sockets resemble head wounds
+Covered in protoplasm, jelly-like substance
+Looking like Goldblum in The Fly but more dusted
+Don't trust them, reptilian tongue
+They come in peace is what they claim
+When their true intentions are to have the world in chains
+Enslaved, they came from beyond the stars, unexplainable
+Religious people thought their coming was a sign from God
+They thought these were the Elohim
+When the first mothership arrived over the planet
+It was a creepy scene
+A huge hovering metal structure stretching
+For over five miles every direction, blocking perception
+Every news channel, 24-hour coverage, stopping commercials
+Doctors, experts, UFOs, crop circles
+Arguing generals in closed-door meetings
+Religious cults claiming to know the meaning of these beings
+Many of these cults claimed to have been abducted, poked, prodded
+And fist fucked and caught in the tractor beam and lifted up
+Into the lab, strapped to a table, made to endure a series of tests Pushing beyond the limits of stress
+Waking up in a cornfield naked, barely alive
+Every inch of your body's in pain, you barely survived
+Millenniums ago, star maps were drawn in sand
+The meaning of the pyramids has long tortured man
+Pharaohs and Hebrews, Mayans and Aztecs
+Mathematically perfect architects the many Gods have blessed
+Hieroglyphics become the blueprint of primal physics
+Pyramids buried kings, queens, tribal clerics
+Radar signals from space bouncing off burnt rock
+Responsible for the travelling Alien WorkshopEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Unstoppable[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I put the motherfucking gangsta in the game
+Destroy you like cancer of the brain
+I can't be stopped
+I'm faster than the plane that crashed into the Trade Center
+Brain-bender, pain enter your nervous system
+And make you wanna turn the other way
+Stick yo fucking head in the dirt, don't even look in my direction
+You define trash, I personify perfection
+High-beaming on the highway driving benzes
+Crime scene looking like a homicide convention
+You walk around with a dick in your mouth
+Don't ever let the Kid Joe take a shit in your house
+Trust my judgement, I make bitches lie to their husbands
+At my crib on the cell phone crying they love them
+Nobody's fault, it's all good as long as nobody's caught
+Jealousy put bodies in morgues
+Hungry for money and coke, put hotties in porn
+Won't stop till I put Uncle Howie in Forbes
+No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now
+No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I've had my ups and downs, dealt with cunts and clowns
+Major label deals, I've been fucked around
+Spent years money dangling in front of my face
+Instead of blowing the spot, Bill was running in place
+Paid mad dues, shows, made hundreds of tapes
+Sold drugs, studio time, my gun in your face
+Look at me now, Non-Phixion running the game
+Kings of the underground and we loving it man
+Yea I'll punch you in your face when I'm out on tour
+When we was with The Beatnuts, I could count about four
+Different occasions I had to lace a kid, cold duffed em
+One dude bought me a drink after I snuffed em
+Promoters talk out the side of they mouth
+Till they spitting they own teeth out the side of they mouth
+Even the bouncers was scared of us, calling for peace
+While the fagget that got his head cracked, called the police
+Ill Bill be the mother fuckinf future, it's easy to tell
+Fuck with me, I'm a see you in Hell
+The Unfuckwittable achieve the impossible
+'cause there ain't no stopping the unstoppable
+No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now
+No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+I found your lack of faith disturbing, now my acquisitions and mergers
+Streets are your executions and murders, these goons are worshipped
+Like mythological Gods beating impossible odds
+Comparable in the hood to killing thousands of cops
+Pass the good and the bad, take it straight to the ugly
+Made in New York, it spread now we raping the country
+Stay with the vest, triple X, pistols and sex
+Money and murderers connect, equals instant success
+Ripple effect, we invest, legitimate businessmen
+Court rooms to ball rooms expanding the business plan
+Listen, man, I'm old fashioned
+Fuck taking a "no" for an answer
+Kidnap the family and hold em for ransom
+We getting dough y'all, it's the jump off
+Either you get with us or fuck off
+An unstoppable force on a rough course
+We success, fuck with me you fucking wit the best
+Fuck who's on top, cause I'm a lot hungrier than them
+
+No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now
+No matter how hard you try, can't stop me nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Trouble Shooters[Ill Bill]
+We them trouble shooters in bubblegooses, hit you with double Rugers
+Son we ruthless, guns and goon flicks, we run this goon shit
+Slit your throat and fuck you with pool sticks, too sick
+Super gruesome, intrusive and abusive, shoot you with uzis
+Ill Bill, cult leader, a/k/a the ultimate assassin
+Show you how to turn a broken cell phone into a ratchet
+Veterans of stone, venomous and cold
+Terrorists with messengers of chrome, settlements explode
+Apocalyptic face off, Babel to Bilderberg, witch's curse
+Pistols burst, incestuous sisters flirt
+Seduce you in Lucifer's church, crucify you, kiss the dirt
+Information is power, now put that shit to work; let the light be revealed
+From the Triple Stage Darkness to the Seven Seals
+Ebbets Field, forever real, rebels kill
+Devil's fill your glass with forbidden fruit
+Hidden truth
+Vikings drink blood, gangsters drink gin and juice
+I'm surrounded by preachers of porn, creatures of war, leaches and whores
+Billionaires with features in Forbes, the creeps and the crawls
+Reaching across to touch my enemies with a sword
+Put them in they place, represent the deceased with a corpse
+With a silver dollar left behind to lay on his eyes
+For the boatman at the river Styx to pay for his ride
+Saudi businessmen fund terror from their American summer homes
+While W lay nude in a coffin for Skull and Bones
+Undertones never dumb though, he played the villain
+Dumber people think you are
+The more surprised they are when you kill them
+[Sick Jacken]
+A never-ending war descending us all, epitome of enemy brawls
+Send you to Hell and through heavenly doors
+Lebanese arms to sever the devil, heavenly cause
+The deadly spar, immortalized in felony bars
+The melody's dark cause of the death metal he brought
+And caused by total meth bark, of seventeen blunts
+Yeah the streets got a, lot of heart and soul and the Sicksider
+Make the block hotter than Hell fuckin with my mind
+It's not a game, the Sick and Infamous is born insane
+You do it wrong and they respond with pain
+Heroin vein, the pigs stink they're all the same
+Homeland terror got named, the federal came
+So it's troubleshoot, reprogram cannons to damage jaws
+Banned hammers from shooting bandanas and camouflage
+We killed the man for status, or dead president mathematics
+And now we shake the fans tryin to get at it
+
+[Sean Price]
+I was a small crack packin' to the wall jack macking
+All swollen on parole, now I'm back black rapping
+Soon as I came home I went to my man crib
+He give me a quarter brick - get it how you live
+Momma I want to sing, momma I got to sling
+Delaware trips made a nigga feel like a king
+Bling bling, karats on my neck, nah
+Carrots in the cup after doing ten sets
+Been fresh since Brandy was fuckin' with Ronday
+And brown Macy bags used to cover the Con-way
+Matter fact when Willis was fuckin' with Charlene
+I wrote my first rhyme and since then every bar's mean
+Sean Price, the best rapper in New York
+And plus 49 states, nigga my rhyme great
+Primate, Sean Don Cornelius
+It's maximum stupidity, par mall silliest
+My gift of gab is a gift from God
+I will, get you stabbed and get you robbed
+P~!
+[O.C.]
+On wrong, four-four long
+Sean Price didn't give it as a gift on some Brooklyn shit
+Cracked the box with Gemstar then tossed the ox
+Slip on my Nike Shox, snatch a Guinness from icebox
+Michael Jai White, felony spawn, hell if I'm gone
+Fuck atonement for my sins, enemies I'm comin for 'em
+On the run like Lucas, preventin niggas from reproducin
+Heirs to thrones so I cut short your feature
+"Soliloquies of Chaos," trouble shooters what they are
+Bill sends you commission for facilitatin the seance
+My mans Sick guardin corridor two
+These +Game of Death+ levels does not include Bruce
+One thing fo' sho' is a foot in the chest
+Like Abdul Jabbar, black shades, arms crossed
+So goes the process of elimination
+Bound, gagged, and wired up for detonation
+{*explosion, glass shattering*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pain Gang[Intro]
+You been to jail before?
+Me? Of course I’ve been to jail. They don’t even want me in jail no more, I’m too old now. They want guys like you
+
+[Hook: Ill Bill]
+Bloods and Crips, the Ñietas, Latin Kings, Disciples, and Vice Lords
+All crews that bang
+Vatos Locos, Four Corner Hustler thing, the Mexican Mafia
+All crews that bang
+Al-Qaeda, CIA, Hamas, the Mossad, NYPD
+All crews that bang
+Non Phixion, Cypress Hill, House of Pain, La Coka Nostra
+All crews that bang
+
+[Verse 1: B-Real]
+From Don Corleone or to Tony Montana
+Whatever you are, homie, bikers or bandanas
+Riders who cock hammers and soldiers who roll deep
+I’m a child of the night, homie I don’t sleep
+My crew, we slow creep while you’re counting your sheep
+We bang on anybody stepping up they bleed in the street
+Maybe you got what it takes to lead a team of cutthroats
+Maybe you hang around with a crew of fuckholes
+Fakes, frauds, fictional bangers
+Never held a heater til you had someone take your picture
+Looking invincible with it, you did it for glory
+Some did it for real and others they tell stories
+But the collective we have here’s respected
+Making you an offer you should never reject it
+You roll with the bowl over, baby the math is simple
+It’s pop pop pop in your temple
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Everlast]
+IRA scheming, PLO dreaming, Celtic heathen, peckerwood demon
+Kicking and screaming through the depths of hell
+Bareback riding on a jezebel
+The hammer’s cocked, you get shot by the shell
+I burnt an angel’s wings then sang while he fell
+There’s a party in hell, there’s a war in heaven
+The whole world been shook since 9/11
+With Muslim extremists and Zionists
+Trying to rule the world with an iron fist
+While the junkies and the dealers are doing the bids
+Uncle Howie say it’s time for revolution, kids
+Don’t spill your blood on foreign land
+Come outside on the block with your gun in your hand
+If you’re mad as fuck and won’t take it no more
+Buck shots in the air like you ready for war
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Ill Bill]
+We don’t die, we multiply
+This song was not made to glorify gang culture
+Nor to explore the lives of soldiers or street villains
+Ghetto superstars, political heroes
+Compton G’s to Brooklyn Deniros
+Raised from children to killers, prisoners to peace prize winners
+Was Nelson Mandela a terrorist?
+Let’s consider the truth: The biggest gang in the world is the police
+Our tax dollars pay for no justice and no peace
+An empty crack vials crushed by ten year old feet
+On their way to school past the meth heads and dope fiends
+Anatomy of a true banger, I ain’t shit without my homeboys
+Fuck with my set, you get your goons strangled
+I won’t be convicted like Jimmy Coonan
+And you're not a gangster, who the fuck you think you fooling?
+My ruthless brilliance soon to produce me millions
+Billy Idol homeboy, peace to Tookie Williams
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+How to Kill a Cop[Intro: ILL Bill]
+Awwwwwwwwwwwwww shit!
+Eat it out, eat it out, no doubt, no doubt
+Check it out, yo
+The year 2000 begins a new age for the cop killers
+Know what I'm saying?
+The saga of the ILL Bill continues
+The flavor's Non Phixion y'all
+Get with it, check it out, check it out
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Check out this new ILL Bill gimmick that's splendid
+Since you're down with other shit let's see if you're down with this
+It's about strictly trying to kill a cop
+Once you get the hang of it
+After you blast one, you steal his Glock
+First of all you need a fat bag of dust plus the biscuit
+Any local store sells the shit, friend
+Purchase a milli, not that bitch Millie Jackson, silly stunt
+I'm talking about the nine millimeter gun
+Pick up the gat and scratch the serial numbers off
+No fingerprints, surgical ones are my gloves of choice
+All of these other cop killers be thinking guns are toys
+And when these cats get caught, they snitch on all they boys
+I kill a cop on a solo mission, without a pair of gloves
+Shot him in the face with a stolen biscuit
+Then wiped my fingerprints off real careful
+If you don't think you ready yet dog, just let the song prepare you
+That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)
+Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what
+
+That's how you kill a cop - Peace to Necro!
+That's how you kill a cop - Peace to Necro!
+That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 4X*)
+Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+The second paragraph might make you laugh
+When a cat try to kill a cop and catch a plunger in the ass
+That's when you know you got to take the gun from him
+Cause you bout to get snubbed next, and you hyped up
+So fucking running!
+And now the real fun begins, son
+You kill these ten cops, the best part, you walk away with ten guns
+Now you the one that's taking gats from pigs
+Imagine one gang, consisting of the Bloods, Crips and Latin Kings
+That's when you start to realize what the police is
+Government funded gang-bangin thugs, that's what beast is
+They say I'm evil, I'm the most righteous
+Run up in precincts with assault rifles, kill police and throw Bibles
+Walked out the precinct leaving no survivors
+Half his decapitated wig splattered across the precinct driveway
+The watts was stuffed up his body, jerk and gyrate
+Shoot him ten more times, then I merc off on the highway
+That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)
+Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what
+
+That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)
+Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+Last but not least, ILL Bill like to say peace
+To all the cop killers, from the Tri-State to the Middle East
+And gimme some dust when I kick the bucket
+Pistol or no pistol, when high I'm the wrong to be fucked with
+So everybody put they gun up in the air
+Cock it back and lick a shot like you just don't care
+So pump up the volume, screaming out "Fuck cops!"
+I'm out, peace to my pops, I'm off to the dust spots
+
+Yeah, ILL Bill's in the house
+Yeah, Goretex in the house
+Yo, peace to my motherfucking fam Non Phixion
+Yo, I'm out
+Yo Necro, turn that shit off, man
+TURN THAT FUCKING SHIT OFF!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Reign in Blood(Ill Bill)
+I’m the creep in the mask, I snatched the disease from the lab
+I chop my enemies in half with guillotines and laugh
+I speak the language of anguish, popping off your top and splattering faggots
+A fucking bloodbath of madness
+When I’m mad I throw tantrums with automatics
+?? ?? bitches and torture attics
+Worse than any thought you could imagine
+Kidnapped an entire school of bible kids
+The ransom is a stolen stash of black market software and microchips
+I’ve learned to rob banks with laptops, from the home of the have-nots
+Where soldiers will drink your blood like tampons
+We blood thirstier than vampires
+Blasting the reverend head to toe
+Spit the chrome until my hand's tired
+
+Chorus (Ill Bill) X2:
+Reign In Blood, from a lacerated sky
+Blastin guns and knives a hatred that you're fascinated by
+Yo Its raining blood from a lacerated sky
+Stab you in the eye fuck with me you guaranteed to die
+
+(Necro)
+I'm a robotic murderer with a computer in his spine
+My creator has programmed me to kill you with a rhyme
+Exterminate execute mangle and slaughter
+Stab bludgeon rip to pieces that's my orders
+Nothin human on earth could stop me
+A tank blasting at my chest or my brain couldn't drop me
+Adamantium armor wires and chips
+Electricity running through my system makes me flip
+My data base is filled with hate
+Images of serial killers downloaded into my brain by tape
+Berkowitz, Manson, Dahmer, Rifken
+Gacy and Bundy I transform in an instant
+To kill everything that lives
+I got m16's attached to my metallic ribs
+And I'm blasting all you government officials
+Til your dead tissue its raining blood kid I'll kill you
+(Chorus X2)
+
+(Ill Bill)
+Strife and death to all, loc’d the fuck out like Mike Concepcion
+I be drinking rubbing alcohol after the Henny gone
+The morbid priest slaughter sheep with swords that speak
+New York streets are like a maze with walls that bleed
+Screaming like there was a crack addicted newborn seed
+Whose crackhead mother just died during delivery
+The devils appearing bio engineering
+Bio tech its godzilla versus god at the roman colliseum
+Starting to peek want me in your apartment with freaks
+While this bitch givin you brains peep the mark of the beast
+From Canarsie to the East we be sparking the heat
+A bunch of undead zombies and we starving to eat
+Two thousand and seven lazer weapons carve into meat
+Pulling up in front of your crib with a car full of creeps
+Who gives a fuck if a cop is telling me to stop or to freeze?
+I told them how to kill a cop so they shot the police
+
+(Necro)
+Yo my Glock will fire at your crotch I'll rip off your cock with pliers
+And strangle it with copper wire
+Then stomp it you bleed to death
+Your dead body starts to stink like armpits when I murder I feel pompous
+You'll get your ligaments drilled
+Battling me is like a conflict with a convict my ignorance kills
+When I go nuts bullets enter you like cinnamon fills
+Entenmann's donuts they're delicious with milk
+Your face is suspicious with guilt you'll be viciously killed
+And your family's faces get slit and stitched like a quilt
+You'll be rocking stilts like a gimp just like Larry Flint
+Crippled with an electrical chair to be carried in
+Depressed like Rob Steiger the tiger
+Corroded like the vagina of a biker I don't like ya
+Disgusting like being forced to tongue kiss
+An old slut with no cold cuts covered in fungus
+(Chorus X2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Soldiers of Fortune[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
+I see past everyone else, my name is Billy Idol and my influence is heavily felt
+Do it myself, my DNA inflict your slaughter like Tony ? talks shit to his daughter
+As I approach the hour of reprisal
+In a black truck, black moon, black guns, black metal, black sun
+Two minutes until midnight, we amped up
+Homie, stand up, leave the competition blammed up
+Walk quietly and carry a humongous biscuit
+I’m that guy that smacked your moms and fucked your sister
+I care less whether you love Buddha or Jesus
+Not even Mohammed could stop these bullets from freezing
+Your blood ice cold in your arms and legs
+Lie in a lifeless pose plus you’re missing part of your head
+I often thought if I could travel through time, what I would do
+Often I drift between breaths of ganja fumes
+Seeing mayhem unfold in the yards of schools
+Seeing Satan on the chrome screaming God’s a fool
+Peep the angel of death creeping on you dudes
+You’re confusing my customers, man, you’re not the truth
+
+[Verse 2: Slaine]
+
+We walk close to the edge and we don’t care what the limit is
+This is business, we the new Cohens and Simmonses
+The bad seed you cats are growing your images
+You don’t know any lyricists, you only know what a gimmick is
+I know about parents’ dreams, I know where The Dimock is
+I know about guns, drugs, I know the whole city, kid
+I know what an idiot is, where he lives with his bitch and his kid
+For the ditch that he digged was dug
+I know about hate, I know there’s no love
+I know about the stress from an AIDS test, I fuck with no glove
+Tattoos from a dirty needle spelling my alias
+Ask about me in the Bean and they’ll tell you how real he is
+I’m the monsoon goon, pistol packing with coke
+Packaging ropes, bringing blades to the back of your throat
+Every record that I made is like a package of dope
+So take a sniff of fury, homie, take a whack of the hope
+[Verse 3: Everlast]
+
+Call me Mr. White, call me Whitey Furrah
+Play me out, call me Devil and I’ll send you to God
+You pretend to be hard, yo I bring the Jihad
+I make war on the man that makes war on the D
+Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim, caporegime, captain of the team
+I know I’m uncivilized, I know I’m unclean
+I know I get high, I know I’m sick, I’m obscene
+Subliminal hymning, original sinning
+Purple drinks swimming, chasing young loose women
+There’s flames for the coward, praise for the martyr
+I’m older, I’m wiser, I’m James fucking Carter
+In the meanwhile you’re going out like Reagan
+If your girl goes wild, sacrifice that pagan
+
+‘Cause it’s Coka, it’s going down
+Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound?
+Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
+Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound?
+Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
+Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound?
+Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
+Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound?
+Yo it’s CokaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+L’Amour East[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
+E-Train, last car, ten deep, left em dripping
+Blacking out, catching wreck, fly tags, peace to Griffen
+Sneakers was Scottie Pippen, denim was probably Guess
+I’ve been Laurenovich since then, rocking my Snow Beach vest
+Dolo fresh ox on, Polo Bear socks on
+Freak dancing in the backstreet with our Glocks on
+Hard rocks, hammers and heaters, they kept the blocks warm
+Daily objective; being gone before the cops swarm
+Holding TECs, never sex, we was not porn
+Streets made us then they raised us, we are not born
+Gang shit was on the rise, but most my clique was neutral
+Don't get it fucked up nigga, why? Most my clique will shoot you
+Without beads or a bandana
+Bullets will make your face blurry like a bad camera
+Peace to Queens nigga, home of that fly shit
+Cop killer central, you die quick, what up though?
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill]
+Latin Quarter to L’Amour East, we all beasts
+From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps
+CBGB's to L’Amour east, we all beasts
+Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef
+
+[Verse 2: Q-Unique]
+I took the 6 train to the Bronx for infinity lessons
+With the rise of the crack rock had the vicinity stressing
+My Zulu medallion over whatever we was wearing
+In the late '80s, we wasn’t born wild, we was made crazy
+That movie 'Beat Street' was so misleading
+‘Cause some of the breakers I knew were stick-up kids
+That leave you cold and bleeding
+It wasn’t a happier time, New York was a fucking mess
+Little yellow envelope stuffed with skunk and cess
+Then I’m in the back of the B-Train with a four finger ring
+And a gold rope, didn’t look like a rapper
+I looked like somebody that sold dope
+And maybe I did, cause back home was no hope
+But maybe because Rakim said he was no joke
+And I wanted to be just like the God
+Excelling my skill level, plus life was hard
+Dog, it was more realer back then, you would either deal or rap
+The industry snatched from Brooklyn, I steal it back
+[Hook: ILL Bill] x 2
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+Double L-Train Canarsie, fit tags, drippy markers
+Albee Square, Coliseum, fifty deep in Kings Plaza
+Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers, rap singers
+Blasted Desert Eagles, turning tracks forever ether
+While the war planes scatter nukes, cross-played splatter goons
+Sauteed magic shrooms, more strange antics soon
+Blasting "Paid In Full," Dog Day Afternoon
+Had to pay my dues, fought James after school
+I snuffed John Hayes in front of Captain Video
+Next to the Arch Diner, Joey Haskell was with me too
+That was before the gunplay and Dapper Dan jackets
+Bootleg Timberland leathers and automatic ratchets
+Before Artie Artelino blew his face off
+Playing Russian Roulette after he vacuumed up a 8-ball
+From childhood to manhood in Kings County
+From my hood to yours, we represent it proudly
+Represent New York, represent Rowdy
+Represent my whole crew, represent Howie
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill] x 2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What’s My Drug?Fuck a fight, I'll bite off half your ear
+Travel through the air like a deadly virus and strangle half the year
+Paralyze the planet while Illuminazi quietly carry out their plan to enslave us despite the panic
+Up the ante, triple down, get your pistols out
+Trump-faced Baphomet rockin' Hitler's crown
+Conehead hoodie champion sound
+Bulletproof shooters cruise through with adamantium frowns
+Sugar-free watermelon jello ketosis, we focused
+Three toasters underneath thе sofa plus the heat I'm holdin'
+Young Baloff, get your fucking skull sprayеd off
+Then I skate off. you, Fakin' the Funk, word to Main Source
+The world worship perverted gods, words are charged and bursting sparks like an overturned burning car
+From the Flossy, call me Young Canarsie, Young Pesci
+They'll either kill me or arrest me, that's my destiny
+
+[Chorus: D.V. Alias Khryst]
+What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
+I don't go broke and I do it a lot
+What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
+I don't go broke and I do it a lot
+What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot
+I don't go broke and I do it a lot
+What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
+I don't go broke and I do it a lot (Oh, check it, yo)
+
+[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
+Goddammit, top savage, pop magnum at ops
+And cops' badges, conjuring nonstop madness
+Truck jewelry, heavy ice, plus plenty Polo
+Tuck the uzi, "F" me twice like the Fendi logo
+Only Built for Gucci Linx, snatch diamond rings
+Clap .9s at pigs, snatch crowns from kings
+Overthrow the empire, slay emperors
+Ayatollahs of endless war at a tremendous cost
+Diamond-Ruby snatcher, booby trapper. uzi clapper
+Groupies in Gucci sandals yapping, keeping your shooters happy
+Illmatic luxurious like silk fabric
+Official pistol pageant, witches' magic, titties hanging
+Listen, don't make a fucking jerk out of me
+I ain't gettin' fucked like Gribbs, they murked Prodigy
+They killed Biggie Smalls and Jam Master Jay
+What the fuck is really going on? Somebody has to pay
+What if Suge Knight and Diddy were the C.I.A.?
+Killed our favorite rappers, even gave Eazy A.I.D.S
+Cobra tongue, smoky lung with the smoking gun. canoli blunt
+Either I'm totally batshit or holy fuck!
+[Chorus: D.V. Alias Khryst]
+What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
+I don't go broke and I do it a lot
+What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
+I don't go broke and I do it a lot
+What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot
+I don't go broke and I do it a lot
+What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
+I don't go broke and I do it a lot (Oh, check it, yo)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Riya[Hook: HR]
+We rally
+Round the I
+Around the I
+And we never wonder
+And we never wonder why
+Nor will we say goodbye
+That's why we rally round the I
+Round the I
+
+[Ill Bill]
+Life's a battle of the network stars
+It's unraveled & mentally scarred
+I gambled on my destiny's cards
+Acapulco gold, jewels and coal
+Fools behold, truth unfolds
+View the road ahead of me, holmes
+I've steadily grown
+My heavenly soul control the deadliest chrome
+But the life of a child is what God has blessed me to mold
+This is something I put before everything, every thought
+Every bit of energy is focused on her every need
+I don't give a fuck how gangster you think you are
+When you witness the birth of your first child it hits hard
+Speaking for myself I'm still speechless
+But I owe it to her to put this into words
+In case I'm not here when she peeps this
+God forbid, I plan to be here 'til a hundred and five
+'Til my great grandchildren are alive
+'Til they listen to this rhyme and wonder why
+We rally round the eye
+It's so we never say goodbye
+Baby girl, it's for you, Riya
+[Hook 2: HR]
+I want you to love me
+And never, ever worry
+It doesn't matter anymore
+No more
+It's time for us to rally round the I
+Let's rally round the I
+Rally round the I
+Rally round the I
+Rally round the I
+
+[Ill Bill]
+We named you after my mother's mother
+She raised me, now we raise you
+When I look at you, praise due
+Thank God for this beautiful life
+Now everything makes sense, thank God for my beautiful wife
+In Hindu, Riya's a singer, a beautiful voice
+We could've stopped right there, what a beautiful choice
+In Hebrew it means "joy", in Arabic it means "hope"
+In Latin it means "queen", in Yiddish it means "rose"
+To me it means kick down doors with four-fours
+If grandma was still here she'd have given me the chrome
+I don't grind for me no more, I grind for her
+I don't live for me no more, I'd die for her
+Human Rights, we bringing the truth to the light
+Bring the youth to the fight while we shoot through the night
+This is dedicated to my wife and my baby girl
+Riya Mae Braunstein, I give you my whole world
+I love you
+[Hook 1: HR]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Manson vs Berkowitz[Verse 1: Q-Unique]
+Dirty hands over a sacrificial lamb
+I got mad issues so I’m snatching the pistol fam
+The green trees got me into orbit
+Where I found the skeletal remains of a mafia informant
+I’m from Gravesend, where from out of the playpen
+You could get paid from filling the graves with made men
+No remorse like the end of a nasty divorce
+Marshall versus the sleestak with her hand on the torch
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+Land of the Lost, hit you with chrome barrels
+Or with stone arrows
+Could turn your oceans into blood like Mo told Pharaoh
+They exit Egypt thousand years before the death of Jesus
+Millenniums before these devils invented diseases
+Creators of AIDS, ice-cold like vapors in space
+Institutionalized like hiding razor blades in cakes
+Incarcerated Scarfaces that'll rape your face
+To let you know what fucking time it is like Flava Flav
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill] (x2)
+We burn it up
+Like Manson versus Berkowitz
+We turn it up
+Like acid versus Percocets
+We serve it up
+Like assassins that flirt with death
+We sherm it up
+Like gangsters versus stick-up kids
+[Verse 3: Q-Unique]
+This is the mind of violence with a designer virus
+Screw on the silencer in time so you can die in silence
+Capital-Q decapitate capitalist rappers
+I put a cap in they back after I turn my cap backwards
+The blood on the hands of Pontius Pilate
+Dwell on the underworld’s of the city where the monster's hiding
+The mind of Heath Ledger with a handful of pills
+My face covered in makeup and a plan for the kill
+
+[Verse 4: ILL Bill]
+The massacre's real, like crackheads dancing for krills
+A hairy situation like a tarantula's meal
+I’m like a cross between a scorpion and Kevorkian
+My impact will flatten a skyscraper like an accordion
+Award-winning war villains
+Playing hopscotch across buildings
+And toss trucks like Matchbox cars at your children
+Homie, I square off like a Sicilian
+Fuck priceless, cause every word I write cost a million
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill] (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dope Fiend ’94*(Verse 1)*
+Let me get that needle, pass it
+When it comes to the get high, baby I'm a junky bastard
+The fastest, And now my stomach's empty
+Let me get a dozen bagels and an schmear of Dempsey
+Now please arrest me, officer
+Cause I started lookin' in the Nautica
+Polo, Tommy Hillfiger sweater
+Mr. Woody Harrilson couldn't do no better
+I'm Natural Born to the motherfuckin' letter
+For pleasure, I dig out your brain like treasure
+Take your blood pressure, examine, measure
+Discover, twenty years ago I fucked your mother
+I'm a born junky, I'll never recover
+
+*(Chorus)* 2x
+Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend
+Kid I got's to have it
+Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to the get high
+Baby I'm a junky bastard
+
+*(Verse 2)*
+I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek sex
+I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy tits hangin' off their chests
+Fuck kickin' flavor in your ear
+I'd rather kick you in your fuckin' cunt, then rip off your brassiere
+I'm here, Mr. I-double-L-B-I double L
+Puffin' on a nick of crack in my jail cell
+They pay me well for my services
+When I murder kids, I orgasm
+Then I get rid of the evidence
+Left up on the scene of the crime
+I spit maggots out of my mouth when I rhyme
+Bloody, little punk ass, rudy-dudy
+Let me get your crack-rock and all your money
+Sonny, I'm a fuckin' sicky
+I'll asphyxiate you  then toss you in the lake like Ricki
+Illin' like a handy-capped spaz
+Peep the zoobaz, rippin' out the frame of your ass
+*(Chorus)* 2x
+
+*(Verse 3)*
+Walkin' through the rain, I saw you
+You were holdin' hands, I'm startin' to feel like Orange Juice Jones
+I don't really care if you just returned your glasses
+I'm a take a butcher knife to your sorry asses
+As I fantasize about pizza-pies wit' human
+Body parts n shit, get your fuckin' throat slit
+Cause I'm a modern crazy guy, you're all gonna die
+So why even bother actin' fly on the plane to Chicago
+Call Hertz rent a rental car
+Think your crazy cause you got a scar
+Think again, I'll cut you again
+I'm a put that doody-casserole inside of your mother's oven
+
+*(Chorus)* 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Canarsie High[Verse 1]
+Young mother smoke crack while her baby cries
+Young brother sell crack, carry baby nines
+Baby-faced gangsters wild out commit crazy crimes
+Taking anything they want without shame or pride
+Stray bullet hit a pregnant momma Bed-Stuy
+Lead fly, final destination her death arrives
+Was she in the wrong place or was she meant to die?
+And whoever's responsible they'll never find
+Fuck flipping burgers, serving milkshakes and fries
+Kids committing murders living in these last days and times
+White kids, black kids any race or price
+Shooting up they high school Satan in they minds
+We see everything and yet we forever blind
+Society turn away and protect your eyes
+Like a horror movie but you can’t press rewind
+Bare witness to reality or step aside
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+Are we learning how to live or learning how to die
+Building nuclear weapons and learning how to fly
+I never graduated high school I got my GED in tenth grade
+And ran around Canarsie High
+
+[Verse 2]
+Young baby girl gave birth to baby girl
+Thirteen brought a little baby in this crazy world
+I seen the same story every block, every borough
+Every town same situation very thorough
+Very sad baby girl never knew her dad
+Broken home, broken soul ready to attack
+Young dad doesn’t even know that he a father
+And some do but don’t care, or care to even bother
+Plenty good parents too, but bad situations
+Young dad went to war in a distant nation
+Proud American that wanted to be participate
+Sent home in a box or in a crippled state
+We see everything and yet we forever blind
+Society turn away and protect your eyes
+Like a horror movie but you can’t press rewind
+Bare witness to reality or step aside
+[Hook - 2x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Be Afraid![Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Be afraid is your best option
+Your brain on the wall, your eyes on your desk watchin’
+Versace chopsticks and (rock shrimps) the top chefs
+Experts at makin’ Pyrex stretch
+El Magico (would have taken half his shotty) to catch a body
+He had the fuckin’ silencer wrapped up like a salami
+Shot three of you’s, sounded like a baby sneeze
+Stick trigger fully automatic baby squeeze
+I sent shooters on scooters
+Snipers on motorcycles, cruisers out of Ubers
+Plus I supplied the Rugers
+Uzi’s, Llamas and Lugers, Illuminati Palooza
+Plus I don't know how you maneuver
+Make a move I’ll leave your fuckin’ head smokin’ like a Hookah
+Give your dome piece a crew-cut
+It’ll happen so fast you won’t even know who or what
+
+[Interlude]
+Be Afraid
+
+[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
+Look -- Thirty shot Mac, violators perish (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)
+Got in the game with a flow that niggas obviously cherished
+Jump out the Mas' the shit on my necklace about a hundred carats (Talk to 'em!)
+Hand on my shotty and I’m probably finna air it (Boom boom boom boom)
+I shit on anything niggas send me to spit on (Ah!)
+Any niggas get out of line I dump a clip on
+Before rap I was in them kitchens getting’ my mix on
+Carpal tunnel all in my wrist from getting’ my whip on
+I’m realer than the rappers you deem to be real niggas
+You call ‘em big homies, to me he a lil’ nigga (Haaah)
+If it’s smoke I ain’t never to busy to deal with ya
+But I call Lil Brody and ensure that you killed quicker
+Spill liquor, still pictures on light poles (Huh)
+Drum all in the stick, it ain’t heavy that’s the light pole
+Send peace on your head, yeah I know the price low
+They wanna make sure it’s done before the end of the night tho
+Machine, ait yo?
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+[Interlude]
+Be Afraid
+
+[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]
+Spit that fire from the pit of my soul it's never debatable
+Your bio is degrading, thank God it's biodegradable
+You need to sell pork sausages in a Synagogue, look
+All my dogs are cold, the Iditarod
+And that there is a Klondike bar
+For any female MC asking me for sixteens, I'm like
+What did you do for this Klondike bar
+Slam any MC on the concrete you consider hard
+Thought any scheme but guessed to God a worthy plan
+Shit on any so-called King and Queen
+Leave to the latrine
+Then I deal you a dirty hand
+You should be afraid, you should be very afraid
+Try to escape I will mutilate you in various ways
+When the chariot swing down I'll make the chariot stay
+And (prayin?) for vibranium to destroy the Aryan hoods with
+[*star no cardio or ? facelift]
+
+[Outro]
+...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Uncle Shoots Heroin (Original Demo)[Hook]
+My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine
+My moms smoked weed with her friends the day I turned eight
+Started smoking age twelve, sold it at fourteen
+Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
+Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud
+This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
+This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm
+I'm the truth like the name of the song
+Yo my uncle shoots heroin
+
+[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+Bathroom floor, found a syringe
+Back from the Hiero Tour, Howie went out on a binge
+Snake bitch I was fucking even took him to cop
+A month later he was on the floor looking for rock
+Missed a flight to Czech Republic, walked in the rest
+Found him lying in his own puke, talking to death
+Cocaine poisoning, he shot the heroin since fourteen
+February 2003 he was clean
+I helped him out, he kicked crack, dope, and meth
+Hosted shows, free clothes, bubble baths, autographs
+Told me he wanted to make a Howie action figure
+Before his latest relapse I'm glad I captured pictures
+I love Howie, homie used to change my diapers
+To save him I'd have jumped in front of spray from snipers
+But this is just something that he's gotta do on his own
+I try to get through to him with this song, yo
+My uncle shoots heroin
+He used to live in my crib
+Sleep on my couch smoking Newport 100's
+Gave me comic books, bought me my first bass guitar
+Learned from my grandma how to tell you the future with cards
+Watch the Sy-Fy channel high off of methadone
+More addictive than anything injected in the arm
+D.T.'s five in the morning waking my moms
+Got a search warrant but Howie Tenenbaum is gone
+Roaming the streets, he was a superhero to me
+When I was five I used to pick the seeds out of his weed
+Nodding out, burning cigarette, holes in his sheets
+Wake up and eat a box of cereal then go back to sleep
+He was a crackhead too, he might still be
+A walking relapse, that motherfucker's still on the street
+You tell him right he goes left
+Show him right he does wrong
+I hope I get through to him with this song, yo
+
+[Hook] (2)
+My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine
+My moms smoked weed with her friends the day I turned eight
+Started smoking age twelve, sold it at fourteen
+Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
+Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud
+This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
+This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm
+I'm the truth like the name of the songEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Forty Deuce Hebrew[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+The truth has been cast aside
+We’ve been duped into a vast mirage
+I’m a cross between Master Fard and a astronaut
+Murderous appetites, war games with transit cops
+Virginal sacrifice coronate Satanic Gods
+Father of abomination like Manson's pops
+Blood ceremony, homie, make sure the dagger's sharp
+Crocodile briefcase, exchange cash with sharks
+Diamonds and golden guns, smashing you with hands of bronze
+Rather calm with the cameras on
+Trapped between Tetragrammaton and Babylon
+I’m a thousand horsepower when the Magnum bomb
+With more than enough fire power to splatter y'all
+It was a shootout at the Grimy Awards
+I spent ninety in court
+Attempted murder and a prior assault
+Beat the case, rolled the dice and I walked
+Like a forty deuce Hebrew, play the corner with a mic when I talk
+
+[Hook x4]
+The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
+Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
+Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
+I slap-box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+From gutter to glory, another young hustler’s story
+Learn from the mistakes of my uncles that done it before me
+Blitz out with razors, death, horror, leave children crying
+Skitz out like Slayer's Felt Forum seat cushion riot
+Young shooters bring a pistol full
+Caught up in their crucifixion rituals
+While worshiping Lucifer habitual
+The streets raised me, I’m from Brooklyn like Jordan or Jay-Z
+To be where I’m from is a great thing
+While y'all daydream I make things happen
+Get things clapping, spray things laughing
+Eighteen I stopped taking acid,
+But it left a stain on my brain that remain massive
+Thoughts of perceptional open till they lay me in a casket
+Until I stop making murder rap
+Because the Bible was written by those who were convinced that the Earth is flat
+And I’ll be dead before this war stops
+Praying at the altar of the war Gods
+L'Amours Rocks!
+(Hook x4)
+
+[Outro by H.R. of Bad Brains]
+Yes, you bring some praises to the king of kings
+And the lord of law is pumping my new frap of luna
+He looked to, I’m bringing my Moscone and I’m like me welcome Also...
+I’ve got a mind out of my mind
+Oh I been up so once you love
+Either Moscone, boy that’s your low
+Boy let us do what she like
+Jerusalem
+Il al alum, asrahum
+Jehovia alam
+Slash ey lovey
+Steve link some praises too, to the king of kings
+I’m the prophet lovay, I got out it
+Of the almighty twelve tribes of Israeli
+And the only holy god of Israel and also everywhere
+With the purple drink
+And the supernatural beings
+Super-naturalistic kings and queens, yeah
+With the purple drink
+And the supernatural beings
+In the burning bright
+At the shining light
+
+The will to chill with ILL Bill...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+медуза[Sample]
+As children, we used to play in ancient ruins, close to our home in Calabria. And one day, I saw the Medusa’s head, with the hair of snakes carved onto stone, and I fell in love. I know that many people call it pretentious, but I don't care. How could my childhood be pretentious?
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Medusa Head on Versace china
+Heads of every snake sent to every top designer
+Statues and tattoos, shooters with the mask of doom
+Tabs of acid to bloom, bags of some magic shrooms
+Tie-dyed lily pads, nine millies clap
+From my mouth to the Lord's ears, this how Billy rap
+Rick was smoking PCP when he signed Slayer
+Same shit I smoked when I wrote the CIA was
+Trying to kill Billy Ocean, silly notion, a real compulsion
+Was it but I was smoking off a purple potion
+Catch all the Becky's and white Shaniqua's
+Puerto Rican Beyonce’s with bubble asses and Versace sneakers
+Gucci Goblin, the baller, my Draco is magnetic
+Make them hollows twirl in the air like a pandemic
+Like a pestilence sent by God to kill us all
+A million dead, God forbid another seven billion more
+Met this bitch named Corona wanted me to bone here
+She was chilling outside like a young bologna
+She brought her twin sister named Ebola
+With more ass than them Kardashian bitches
+And more money than Oprah
+Sound like a perfect bitch until you do the knowledge on her
+And how Medusa is that same kinda bitch
+That same type of beautiful sorcery
+A cross between insane hatred and love, it torture me
+[Chorus: Rite Hook] x2
+Face of an angel, hair full of snakes
+Look into her eyes, never be the same
+What’s her name? Medusa, she will eat your soul
+Look into her eyes, turn you into stone
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+Have you ever loved somebody so much that you would die for them?
+Like go ahead, God, take me instead
+If you got kids you better feel that fucking way about them
+And if not then you a clown and we can never be friends
+My Uncle Howie was a easy lover, love him and leave him
+His true love was a white bitch, touched with the needle
+Since that other little white bitch Yoda defeated him
+And after his death I cursed God cause I still needed him
+She said she loved him but she lied
+At their wedding she was the Grim Reaper dressed up like his bride
+A black dress for a funeral
+Leave stone cold in the casket like Medusa do
+But I don’t do drugs, only do essential business
+My true love is marijuana can I get a witness
+That same type of beautiful sorcery
+A cross between two types of awesome weed
+La Bella Medusa
+
+[Chorus: Rite Hook] x2
+Face of an angel, hair full of snakes
+Look into her eyes, never be the same
+What’s her name? Medusa, she will eat your soul
+Look into her eyes, turn you into stoneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+U.B.S. (Unauthorized Biography of Slayer)[Intro]
+
+Yo, yo, we taping? Yo. The unauthorized copy
+Dedication to my children, my child Riya Mae, my whole family, the world is yours
+Acknowledgements: first off I wanna thank God
+And I wanna thank everybody for helping me out with this
+I couldn't do this without you
+Chapter 1
+
+[Verse 1]
+Tom, Jeff, Kerry, and Dave
+1981 before they hooked up with Metal Blade they played
+Maiden and Priest covers
+Brian’s label put ‘em on Metal Massacre 3 released July, 1983
+No recording budget, Tom and Kerry’s dad had to pay
+For the studio time and Show No Mercy was made
+Burst on the scene in 1984
+Slayer began their first national club tour
+And the facts is they travelled in Tom’s Camaro
+In August of ‘84 released Haunting the Chapel
+After getting kicked out of Metallica
+Dave Mustaine hollered at Kerry King to play in his new thing
+Lasted five shows, never went any further
+Next exodus, Slayer and Venom, Heavy Murder
+Ultimate Revenge Combat Tour, Studio 54
+Tom pissed on Cronos’ head, it was raw
+Hell Awaits was the next anthem
+And Metal Forces said that Slayer made 1985’s best album
+Met Rick Ruben at Def Jam, strike a deal
+Same year Rick produced Raising Hell and License to Ill
+He produced the greatest thrash metal record of all time
+Reign In Blood still sends shivers up your spine
+Their first gold album, South of Heaven gold too
+Their whole career, so influential and so true
+Aged 15 I was so mesmerized
+Had every word from Angel of Death memorized
+Mad respect Larry Carroll album covers in Spiked Wrist
+They won their first Grammy February, ‘07 like this
+[Outro]
+
+Unauthorized Biography of Slayer
+Epilogue:
+The most controversial heavy metal band in American history
+Still active today with all four original members still in tact
+Discography:
+Show No Mercy, Haunting The Chapel, Hell Awaits
+Reign In Blood, South of Heaven, Seasons in the Abyss
+Divine Intervention, Undisputed Attitude, Diabolus in Musica
+God Hates Us All, Christ Illusion
+The end – to the new beginning
+Yeah, next book Bad Brains. PeaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Death Smiles at Murder[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Our society love murderers, love war, love bloodshed
+Love the scene of an accident when someone's dead
+We love violence, we can't turn away: The Colosseum
+Throw ‘em in the arena and watch the lions eat 'em
+Music and movies are the mirrors of this madness
+Some morbid mural of morticians upon the canvas
+A beautifully composed symphony of sickness, bear witness
+Reality's much worse, predictions of apocalypse
+Found in the books of religious architects
+Arguments hidden in forbidden documents
+Consequence, Bowling for Columbine
+Anatomy of School Shootings
+Bloods and Crips of Brooklyn is no longer a new thing
+Death is certain, we all die whether it's from natural causes or not
+Nobody really knows why
+But if there's one thing I know, Death holds a place
+In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face
+
+[Chorus: Mr. Hyde]
+Death smiles at murder
+Pain shakes the hand of homicide
+We all die, it's certain
+Can't change the path that's prophesied
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+Some people murder for money
+Other people murder for hate
+Some murder for love
+A lot of people murder for drugs
+There's really fucked up people that need a murder to cum
+And some of y'all motherfuckers even murder for fun
+They might stab you up with a knife or shoot you with guns
+That's when the black coroner van usually comes
+Some murderers are strange drifters or depraved sickos
+Like Gary Heidnik, Gein, Bundy, Berkowitz and J. Rifkin
+A lot of murderers you wouldn't suspect
+He kept to himself, never bothered anyone, they said
+He was a simple guy with a simple life, till he killed his wife
+Got a first taste of doing something he liked
+Some murderers are famous
+And they wind up in a Ford Bronco
+With a gun in they mouth like O.J. did
+No matter who the fuck you are, Death has a place
+In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face
+[Chorus: Mr. Hyde]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+L’amour East Redux[Intro]
+I'm not worried about it my self, you know, cause if they come to me, talking, I think Ima talk back, you know, I'm not gonna shut up for nobody, you know, nobody
+
+[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
+I'm addicted to love, lust, knowledge, and euphoria
+Drugs, C and D cups, ganja and the gorier
+Blood, guts, and deep cuts, Everlands, and black Timbs
+Gold mouth, leopard flag, click-clack, we strapped in
+I roll up, talk shit, niggas know I'm really real, big blunt of that sour
+Smoke it till I catch a chill, niggas get slain over basketball game, man, the hood may never change, all these niggas do is bang
+Cops want us all in chains, chase us down the one way
+I'm too, smooth in my ways, threw the stash in the drain
+This twelve gauge, split a nigga, tsunami waves bitch
+I beat you ass for some shades and some Johnny Cage shit (coo-coo)
+Rip your face off your scalp, now you got a facelift
+Beef, what's beef, that's a great dick shit, Feet? that's a great ditch
+Zombie Gang, NYC, we amazing, fuck NYPD, man I hate them
+I, I, I, I, I, I met the reaper once, he told me that I should keep it up
+And if ever my gun I clutch, then he would help me sweep it up
+I got Jesus on the payroll, and if he move left, then perfect
+I'm smashing and fucking high low, that's the truth, nonfiction
+150 proof my liquor, Zombie Gang, Ill Bill, my nigga
+
+[Hook: ILL BILL]
+Latin quarter to L'amour east, we all beast
+From across seas to cross queens, we all creeps
+We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we, we all creeps
+CBGB to L'amour east, we all beasts
+Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef
+Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef
+(look at me motherfucker when I'm talking)
+[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
+Flatbush Sweater, queens get the money, sticking to the strip, ain't a damn thing funny, hoe
+Stick to the strip, if you ain't getting money, from the land of the hoe, baking sodas, and the honey
+Stick up kids, sparing nothing but the ribs
+Hop in the bang, bang, bang, bang bang bang
+Peel off quick, bumping track number 6, ready to die, I'm that Big
+Can't teach a old dog new tricks, my old dog got the four fifth
+And his fingers, they itch, finna smack a bitch, where's my lighter
+Roll the weed, ignite your [?], many individuals try to play the game, head first off your frame
+Flawless victory, decapitate, and Micheal Jordan, he from Brooklyn too
+Where niggas get killed for they Air Jordan shoes, I don't really ball, but I'm higher than you
+Smoking fire with some dreads, calculating ways to clean the spread
+Cop a paddy, then I head to the liquor store
+Bomb, where's the hoes that be watching all my videos, we gone need a few of those
+Zombie maneuver those, when I was young I used to bump that mace shit
+[?] too, brown Timbs and a razor, now I'm fiction, beat a nigga pulp, no kidding
+
+[Hook]
+Latin quarter to L'amour east, we all beast
+From across seas to cross queens, we all creeps
+We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we, we all creeps
+[?] to L'amour east, we all beasts
+Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef
+Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef [2x]
+(look at me motherfucker when I'm talking)
+[Verse 3: Ill Bill]
+Double L train Canarsie, fit tags, drippy markers
+Albee Square, Colosseum, 50 deep in king’s plaza
+Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers, rap singers
+Blasted Desert Eagles, turning tracks forever ether
+While the warplanes scatter nukes
+[?] splatter goons
+Sauteed magic shrooms, more strange antics soon
+Blasting Paid in full, Dog Day Afternoon
+Had to pay my dues, fought James after school
+I snuffed John Hayes in front of Captain Video
+Next, to the Arch Diner, Joey Haskell was with me too
+That was before the gunplay and dapper dan jackets
+Bootleg Timbaland leathers and automatic ratchets
+Before Artie Audelino blew his face off
+Playin Russian roulette after he vacuumed up a 8-ball
+From childhood to manhood in King’s County
+From my hood to yours we represent it proudly
+Represent New York, represent Rowdy
+Represent my whole crew, represent HowieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Make Them Die Slowly[Verse 1]
+Slaytanic cannibal rituals, welcome to the jungle holocaust
+Chop you to pieces beyond modern laws
+You and your friends with the yellow hairs
+We don't understand the weird language you speak, but we can tell you're scared
+And rightfully so; the nerve, how dare you spitefully roam our turf
+Western man; entitled bullies of earth
+The world is yours? There's five of you, but hundreds of us
+And here you stand, empty handed
+Besides a duffel of guns, hand 'em over
+We don't use these in the jungle
+They're for false gods and wannabe conquerors
+We seen your kind before, funny beige hats and mustaches
+Pop said never trust a savage with a satellite and hundreds of cameras
+I put a apple in they mouth and roast 'em
+I like to toast 'em with a marshmallow stuffed up they asshole
+And hopefully amongst their bitches there's a virgin for the sacrifice
+
+[Verse 2]
+Cannibal voodoo leave you murdered in the afterlife
+Dance with umfufu, dinner served lit by candlelight
+Kill, eat, fuck, is the law; no murder charge
+You and your squad turned to burgers and kebabs
+Cook you impaled on the sharpest of knives
+The length of my speer's like a machete got stuck up your arse
+Still half alive, staring up at the stars
+My favorite medium rare, center cut is the bombEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Watch The City Burn[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
+My young shooter got shot in his eye, it cost big
+Refused to rock a eyepatch though, so everybody knew it's him
+My whole squadron
+Young souls started cold hearted, emboldened the hardest soldiers and martyrs stroll through with armor
+Kryptonite ain't doing shit tonight
+This that Marvel Universal edit, Supreme Magnetic
+They killed George Floyd, fuck the police
+Strictly cop-killer shells, no justice, no peace
+Mountains of Purple Piff, house on the cliff
+Fluffy duffel bags, eighteen thousand a brick
+Dummies hustle grams, pay me on top of the [vig] [?]
+Now that's fuzzy math, claiming that you not makin' shit
+Uncle Howie shot the five with that pig
+(O'Malley) for gruesome crimes against the lives of humanity
+My spit voltage, leaves bitches insulted
+Stick a ice pick in this vulture while shifting the culture
+
+[Chorus: ILL BILL] x2
+They killed a unarmed man
+Watch the city burn!
+It's gonna be a hot summer
+Watch the city burn!
+I can't breathe motherfucker
+Watch the city burn!
+We don't need no water motherfucker
+Watch the city burn!
+[Verse 2: Lord Goat]
+The 63rd Precinct Wars, we're all coming down
+Another round, my block up in flames like we underground
+Defund the pigs, we pop off everything, bananas
+Twelve shot hammers, digital apparatus, splattered in mattresses
+Spilling blood up on the blue canvas, Milky Way
+They shot him six times in his spine for trying to boost Pampers
+Uzi and [my 'Goose'] start work, I Pete Sampras
+Two chain inter-junction, selling packs on campus
+Everything's rigged now, simulation's employed
+They using body doubles, like the autopsy of Floyd
+Kiss Breonna Taylor on the cheek, her week shoulda been better
+But they shot her in the head while she was folding a sweater
+We hit Gucci in Manhattan, overturning Crown Vics
+Get loud licks, we bury every sergeant when that sound hits
+Makimbo with the grips, Eldridge Cleaver with the brown fist
+Explosives under police trucks, they blown to bits
+
+[Verse 3: Sabac Red]
+It's fire until the end like Sabacolypse
+Them cops do pop a lot of shit
+Soon, they'll regret their systemic and racist politics
+Bibles verse the viruses, vaccines contain the microchips
+Surveillance on the bikes of kids, this is now the life we live
+Zoom collecting data, identity theft, defraud [?]
+Full of guilt more than before you seem to pray to your Lord
+We see increased anxiety, masturbation from porn
+'Cause you're bored in the house and you're in the house bored
+Integrity and assets, our need for us to fact check
+When the rings fan the flames we get more equity and access
+The women influencers in positions of power
+I'm talking Presidents and CEO's, we're sick of these cowards
+Uber drivers in a route to riot, looting in a crowd of violence
+Tired of the shootings, subverted in moments of silence
+Outrageous, kids in cages, abuse and fear
+Y'all should have listened, Non-Phixion, y'all the future is here
+[Verse 4: ILL BILL]
+Crisis an opportunity to entice a man to use a ice pick brutally
+Find me where the shooters be
+Fearless in a scary world, Doctor York, jerry curls, heavy (verb), crazy eighty (shirr), franken berry herb [???]
+Burning police car, sparkle like a pretty girl
+Litty with tassels on her titties, let that titty twirl
+Tears of grudges and hate shower their shitty world
+Smear their blood on my face and watch the city burn
+
+[Chorus: ILL BILL] x2
+They killed a unarmed man
+Watch the city burn!
+It's gonna be a hot summer
+Watch the city burn!
+I can't breathe motherfucker
+Watch the city burn!
+We don't need no water motherfucker
+Watch the city burn!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Illest Killers[Intro: Tech N9ne]
+ILL BILL got it where the East Coast invites me
+Yo
+
+[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
+Have you ever seen such stamina
+Quick get yo camera
+Stand with the man with a fan span from Iran to Canada yes
+All of you amateurs can't handle a Tech
+I am but a vet, scandalous, see how I beat the scandal'll get
+If you issue a diss to this dude, everybody gonna miss you
+Dearly, hear me, I'm repping mine sincerely
+Clearly you don't want no phonk so punks grow weary yearly
+You know my blood, sweat, and tears, he fears me
+Everready, the religion I'm giving them motherfuckers a 100% of Tecca N9ne
+Lyrically, I'm death defying
+You're next to mine, you will see I'm electrifying
+Better watch yo shit cause I'm sick as a nigga can get
+In the South they call me trill
+Now I'm rocking with my nigga BILL
+Yeah I said nigga cause he rep it real
+Don't be afraid of my shade of my dark mist
+I bring a brigade, a renegade ready to spark this
+Malicious cause this is the darkness in my heart bitch
+Never stand in the way of BILL and Tech when they start shit
+[Hook: ILL BILL]
+The illest killers never stand to smile
+Tecca N9na and illest the BILL is always with the illest style
+It's ILL BILL, Tech N9ne, they can't stop us
+The illest killers never stand to smile
+Matter fact after they clap you, they might chill for a while
+Tech N9ne, it's ILL BILL, they can't stop us
+
+[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
+Running and ducking, they shooting the gun at me
+Don't ever think you can front on me
+Fuck with me, look at these diamonds
+I had to change, stuck a truck on me
+Subtly, look at these tamers
+They catch and then they wanna fuck with me
+Suckle me, but I'm gonna be drowning in beautiful bitches and fuckery
+Imagine every hollow tip in the clip is an angel of death with a name on it
+They sayin' they know what they sayin'
+Somebody who got in the way of the frame of it
+The game of it, then pay me
+You figure the game, eat the brick or he blamin' it
+Double triple, recreated it
+Look at this ridicule, look what we made of it
+Innovated it, be competitive
+Elevated it, reinvented it
+Bring the medicine
+We ahead of 'em
+Just touch, we could fuck up cheddar then
+Imagine every hollow tip in the clip is an angel of death with a name on it
+They sayin' they know what they sayin'
+Somebody who got in the way of the frame of it
+Don't be afraid of my shade of my darkness
+I bring a brigade, of renegades ready to spark this
+Malicious cause this is the darkness in my heart bitch
+Never stand in the way of BILL and Tech when they start shit
+[Hook: ILL BILL]
+The illest killers never stand to smile
+Tecca N9na and illest the BILL is always with the illest style
+It's ILL BILL, Tech N9ne, they can't stop us
+The illest killers never stand to smile
+Matter fact after they clap you, they might chill for a while
+Tech N9ne, it's ILL BILL, they can't stop usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Porno Director[Intro]
+I will need two forms of ID for purposes to verify your age
+Make sure you sign that model release....
+Because without that, I'm not gonna be able to use your image, of you sucking my cock!
+Check it out!
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+ILL Bill, the rap Jules Jordan
+Call me the hip-hop Joey Silvera
+Brazilian bitches beg me to let them blow me forever
+We balls deep and we all creeps, the pistols pop
+Looking for beautiful girls like Christoph Clark
+I need an Evil Angel in my life, waterfront property
+More goons with guns that go to war properly
+The projects, the gutter, I grew up in poverty
+I'm rich now, Uncle Howie Records is a monopoly
+Your monstrosity roll with Extreme Associates
+My team is the real deal, your team is a bunch of dicks
+We top of the pile, rock it like Nacho Vidal
+Locking It down, dropping it liver than Rocco in Prague
+I been around the world, partied with all types of girls
+From policewomen to strippers, a thousand pearls
+A whole boatload of hoes done swallowed my pole
+But only a porno bitch can throw me out of control
+
+[Chorus: Non Phixion] x2
+Pussy and hard drugs, sawed-off shotguns, we God’s thugs
+Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
+Weird chicks, with big titties and pierced clits
+Exotic dancers in love with us, the fuck you think?
+[Verse 2: Goretex]
+Goretex the young wizard, my life is like a porn set
+Drug blizzards, runaway bitches slump dead on my doorstep
+Sugar mama's got a crush on Gore
+Fist in they ass, twisting nipples, sucking my balls
+Tapping the bush, medium rare was mush
+She ain't happy unless she got pills and the arm in a tush
+Sparking the kush, leaving off the strippers like it's welfare
+Hip-Hop polygamist, I'm killing shit (we in the mix)
+Haters obsessed, I be swerving the Benz
+My chick's ass is so fucking fat, be hurting her legs
+Twenty-eight cadavers, but I ain't heard from the feds
+Uncle Howie opium dens we be repping till death
+Stay vacant, you American faggot like Clay Aiken
+Cum vacuum, you be dancing at raves like AIDS patients
+Belly up, we thugging it heavy, my goons ready
+Your skull's a deli, my guns turn your head to confetti
+
+[Chorus: Non Phixion] x2
+
+[Verse 3: Sabac]
+I'm obscene
+Enter your nightmares, challenge your dreams
+Non Phixion, we the most balanced of teams
+My themes and thoughts so deep man, it hurt when I spit
+Sabacolypse, conscious lyricist, perverted and sick
+Converted the wig of a nationalist
+I love them chicks on tour who like flashing their tits
+A passionate bitch who take it in the ass
+With what's attached to wrist
+I'm fast with the fist, a masochist, I'll bastard your kids
+Blast at the pigs cause of what they do to the people
+I get my dick sucked while I read The Rules of Evil
+I flew with the eagles, swam with the sharks
+Damage your heart, I break you down
+Built you up as I plan for the march
+Stay armed with forty women that are psyched about porn
+Form the biggest fucking orgy on the White House lawn
+Force the twins to join in, have the both them to blow me
+Then make them eat divine twats of Debbie Diamond and Chloe
+[Chorus: Non Phixion] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Chase Manhattan[Intro]
+{*people screaming*}
+On the floor, now, NOW! Do it, do it
+On the floor, now, NOW!
+
+[Raekwon]
+Oh shit! It's on huh?
+(Aye yo sit your boney ass the fuck down)
+(We not fucking playing in here)
+This is a stick up, nobody move, get on the floor
+Get on the walls, take your sneakers off, take off your drawers
+Cover your dick, bitches be quiet, don't say shit
+You move, I'mma make sure I clap you and your clique
+All my gunnies is squeezing
+Listen to me, before you die, just leave me my cheese
+I ain't playing, I'm spraying, off top, doors is locked
+Fuck around, try to run around, you greasy
+Don't even dare, put your cell phone down, dear
+Before I put my gun in your ear
+I'm not a New Jack, an Iker or a jerk with a pump
+I'm straight sober, I'mma feed my ratchet and hunt
+We kill Willies, still hillbillies don't call us nothing else
+Might have to melt your Phillies
+You old man, sit down, tie up his hands
+And yo, smack flames out him, get more and then blamp him
+[Interlude]
+Don't move! Don't fucking move!
+Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air!
+Get 'em up!! Get on your knees!!
+Get on your knees!!
+GET ON YOUR KNEES!!
+
+Gimme that fucking bag, man
+Gimme that shit, you're my fucking wife, man
+Get the fuck out!
+
+[Ill Bill]
+This bitch started blowing me in the safe
+Her fantasy to fuck a bank robber so I blew a load in her face
+I knew her from Canarsie, used to work at Chase Manhattan
+Smiled when I walked in waving the ratchet
+An inside job, the best kind, the rest I rob
+Stay on the ground or you'll be laid to rest by God
+I seen big face hundreds and bearer's bonds
+I also see cameras on, I'm glad I wore my ski mask camouflage
+Listen to "Lamb of God" while I packed the bong
+While I studied how to disable a bank alarm
+We got three minutes, handle the job
+I'm standing on top of the counter with the chopper barrel staring at y'all
+Why you pussies bleeding all on my money?
+You fucking up my hundreds
+Don't get your fucking head kicked on some dumb shit stupid
+We the future of this bank robbing industry
+Kidnap the judge and get a hundred years conspiracy
+[Outro]
+Everybody in the vault, get out, move!
+{*screaming*} On the floor, now, NOW, do it, do it
+On the floor, now, NOW!
+Let's play a game Mr. President!
+It's called spin the dial!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Warlord[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+The Warlord, the Cult Leader
+Backed by a small army of highly trained killers and villains
+We be the illest in guerilla war
+Shoot em up, dip behind trees and squeeze
+The uniforms, Army fatigues
+The Warlord with the scary squad
+Genghis Khan, military God
+Mr. Rocket launcher with a heavy arm
+Terrorist to some people he's a freedom fighter
+To some a war criminal, to others the Messiah
+A symbol of hope but dressed in a cloak of hate
+Baby Hitler with a poker face and a cobra's taste
+Conqueror my enemies heads on top of spikes surround my door
+My sword's sheath is the mouth of a whore
+Brain of Einstein, beard like Osama
+Shoot a seven-forty-seven out the sky with the Llama
+Who's crucified, who dies, who survives?
+Who's the Warlord?
+Ride up on em with a moped
+Shoot em in the eye!
+
+[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst]
+Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage
+The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors
+The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring
+It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kings
+Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage
+The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors
+The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring
+It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kings
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+A rise to power, five star General Eisenhower
+He’d rather face death as a hero than die as a coward
+Alexander, Hannibal, Caesar or Sun Tzu
+Shooters who put away their guns and kill you with Kung Fu
+Strategy applied, gladiator streets of maya
+Heat suppliers, soldiers of fortunes that creep for hire
+Kidnap journalists
+Black sights with midnight is permanent
+Professionally contracted Murder Inc
+The warlord, with the Uzi and the sawed-off
+Will have your fucking feet sawed off then watch you crawl off
+Haha, ISIS is CIA, kumbaya
+I don’t give a fuck who I spray, I’ve already been paid
+Became a killer aged thirteen
+I remember the first time, I can still hear their screams
+Fascinated by power drills and hollow shells
+And even more by how having power feels
+
+[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst]
+Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage
+The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors
+The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring
+It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kings
+Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage
+The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors
+The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring
+It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kingsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Most Dangerous Weapon Alive[Verse 1]
+I seen a bitch named gutter slut talking to a paraplegic about violence
+Then threw his wheelchair into the fire pit
+Nihilist becomes entombed, xecutioner becomes obituary
+Birth the kings of doom
+Earth becomes Black Sabbath, turn Ozzy to Dio
+Surgeons fuck that plastic turn Cosby to Theo
+Jody Foster's army missed Reagan
+James Brady got sprayed quick fast like he played for sadus
+Nuns have no fun, homie, ask Melissa
+Don't break the oath, you'll be tortured by shadows that whisper
+Satisfaction is the death of desire
+My perseverance lead to the rise of supremacy
+The quest for fire
+Inventing the wheel, re-inventing the steel, killswitch, a fixation on darkness
+Perception is real, take as needed for pain, lack of almost everything
+Slap a ham, half a gram of dope is so heavy, dig?
+
+[Hook]
+The mind is the most dangerous weapon alive
+Spin doctors operate behind enemy lines
+Mind control, something you could potentially buy
+The new holy war has arrived, you ready to die?
+
+[Verse 2]
+You're a powerslave, somewhere in time, piece of mind
+Keeper of the 7 keys in seven churches arrive
+Under the sign of the black mark, to mega therion
+Under lock and key, tooth and nail, hellion
+From the ashes of hellhammer, morbid tales
+No one ever really wanna buy peace, war prevails
+Shout at the devil, dogs of war bark at the moon
+The mob rules, heaven and hell, it's up to y'all, choose
+From enslavement to obliteration, youth of today are sick of it all
+In a warzone where pistols are god screaming out "lights, camera, revolution"
+From the wonderful folks who brought you Iraq, here's the new execution
+The malfunction, the regulator, the re-ignition
+The fearless vampire killers on a mission
+People crazy enough to think that they can change the world, do it
+Kick down the motherfucking door and walk through it
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Septagram[Intro]
+Thousands of years before the dawn of civilization, evil magicians fought for supremacy...
+
+"It’s mine! The ultimate power! Power which can convert thought waves into material action! There is nothing I cannot do! Nothing!"
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Anton LaVey, Fu-Manchu facial hair
+Goons with the hateful stare
+Move with palatial flare
+Young Gary Busey but carry an Uzi
+Young Cosby, hairy pussies and strawberry roofies
+Young Ozzy, creep in the grass, spray with the milli-chrome
+Ski-mask on my face like it’s really cold
+Summertime but my blood like icicles
+Possessed by a demon whose name is undecipherable
+The tip of every hollow twirl like a football
+Shocking to see that half of your head’s what it took off
+I’m like murder with the MAC-11
+The fire swirling from the barrel like past redemption
+Spas with the chopper, savage like acid and vodka
+I’m like the Grim Reaper but carry a shotgun
+Met with culties that would go December close
+When death approached the end is close
+Yet to tote finesse to the freshest rose
+Puffery from an Academy Marina
+Slugs from my niner will make you dance like a ballerina
+Like dust in the wind, like angels in the hellfire
+Silent like a twelve-gauge in the jail riot
+Opposite of Henry Hill, proper, stay quiet
+Spray five, 'Catch A Predator' like Dateline
+Cut from the cloth of a lost tribe of gladiators
+Run the microphone or get your fucking hands amputated
+[Outro]
+"After six-thousand years the curse has ended! Who summoned my spirits from the depths of time?"
+
+"I do! I command your help in overthrowing my enemies!"
+
+"Fool! What care I for such as you? Begone, growling dog! Before my destruction, I was gathering magical powers for the conquest of the world! I shall yet build an everlasting empire of black magic!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Coka Moshiach[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's
+For real nigga
+Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's
+For them gangsters
+Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's
+Yeah, let's get it, Yo, hey yo Bill represent nigga what up, what up
+
+[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+An eight ball of coke will make Sara smile like Hall & Oates
+Line it up, spread it on the table like Torah scrolls, homie
+But if you Len Bias, you're a goner
+Now put the money in the bag before me and Rae pull an Osama
+Square biz, no plots or schemes boy
+Hit you with 50 shots like them cops from Queens
+You're on a cross with a crown that bleeds
+Resurrect you with a speed bump and trumpets that sound like screams
+Shoot the bitch in the trunk of the Buick for foolishness
+Killed for losing bricks, this is Only Built For Cuban Linx
+Lord know I got mouths to feed
+So my heart is ice cold to anybody outside my team
+Fuck you, pay me a million dollars, matter fact, make it a billion
+Fuck a condo I'm taking the building
+Posted like the Freeway Ricky Ross in the Porsche
+And hosted by Manowar's Ross the Boss at L'amours
+[Hook: Ill Bill]
+Sniff your brains out all my Vinny the Chins and Joe Pescis
+With coke recipes and hoes on ecstasy, La Coka Nostra a brand you can trust
+Catch me in the bathroom stall handing out bumps
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+We blast shottys off the roof, strapped, trapped in a coup
+Living like this, duke'll have a nigga bidding in boots
+I swear to my seeds, daddy gonna buy you the V's
+But instead I got trapped and started buying them keys
+I went from rich kid, selling under the bench to lynch kid
+High power money nigga living in Richmond
+Wore a few beefs, ran through hoods, ordered new jeeps
+Pull guns on police, shot up the four seasons
+Then I got clapped, yapped, thought I had it right
+But I was wrong then, now I get it on when I write
+I rectify this, you live by the sword and get fried by the board
+Cause that's the only way we got to get on
+What it is nigga, get high, remember the grizz
+And play the tape that resemble the great, that's Raekwiz, nigga
+Stay real, history's ill, don't stop til you cash in
+Catch me in the Aston with Bill Pill
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Omar Suarez[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+ILL Bill keep it real like the '80s when we flooded the projects
+Or like Ollie North when he funded the Contras
+Like Cody Sky homie we constructed a monster
+Holding the Glock posting, as we run for the chopper
+It’s a black carpet event, martyrs (in jets) start up a pit
+Who the fuck pop off harder than this
+When I hit you the impact is like if God had a fist
+I’m hollow tip my every molecule is part of the clip
+I’ve been (lied) apart sick show a part of the chip
+I’m not sure beyond the shadow of a doubt if I exist
+Bitch talked up papi for discount on the brick
+Kid walked up cocky got shot in the dick
+Finance is a gun, politics is knowing when to pull the trigger
+Electric heretic the zig-zag zigga
+With the Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head, God descends
+Part of the spiritually dead, pop the pistol through your head
+Brooklyn 1986 Nike sneakers and beamers
+Teenagers buying keys from drug dealers named Jesus
+We the reason for the Secret Service
+Posted in trees with burners, exploding like a overheating furnace
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill] (x2)
+I seen the truth rise and fall, the (?) were born
+Fuck the system, fuck who I offend these whores
+Shout words that we live but don’t play with it
+'Cause when the shit go down you be like they did it
+[Verse 2: Goretex]
+They call me matzah ball, I'm mixing with an isopoll
+Cause Howie told me the proper cull when the cops get called
+Activist clients forty boxes like rocking tour
+From the projects to going hungry selling rocks of raw
+Like Nicky Sixx live wire, Spawn born of fire
+The two messiahs
+It's over, the Elohim and Billy Squire
+The body in the trunk, been smelling for a week
+What you wanna do, bury it and burn it, then burn leak
+Belt Parkway like I'm Roy DeMeo
+Chop you in the tub for yeyo
+Run it by bengals, piano wire, million pesos
+If we on the grid we sit with no payrolls
+Like Tuddy walk with respect with umbrellas to payphones
+I've seen the truth
+I got scars from state phones
+And dead homies, kissing their casket on final way home
+Demented retribution canted with the congregation
+Blessed to death, the angel Kabbalah meditation
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Outro from Scarface]
+That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him. For all I know he had me set up, and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed. But that's history. I'm here, he's not
+Do you wanna go on with me, you say it
+You don't, then you make a moveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Embrace Your Satan[Intro]
+What? Costumed assassins, in the heart of New York, and no one even notices? Has the city gone mad?
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Sorcerer beard, doom metal soundtracks
+The officer bewared shoot up with they moms at
+Embrace your Satan
+Take it back to when John Hinckley sprayed up Reagan
+
+[Verse 2: Goretex]
+Hey yo my bathtub ghetto work out decompose mucus
+Sit bank Hank with ten to twelve in the casket like Frank Lucas
+Shank Judas cause yo the Torah be the holy sect
+All you bags of suppliers jupe a pussy like Richard Speck
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill]
+Blood splattered sunglasses, guns blasted, dust, ashes
+Funerals and young caskets, baby gangsters, dumb bastards
+Live fast run past us
+Smile now cry after assassin’s shoot up what you love with a smile laughing
+
+[Verse 3: Goretex]
+Medina frozen nose like dope from P. King
+Get your neck sawed off with a broken blade like Jay Sebring
+Post-mortem I hit ‘em with ice trays ‘til the body’s frozen
+A thousand sleeves of that raw, I got my lobby open
+[Verse 4: ILL Bill]
+That crazy heady rap angel dust and the hourglass
+The blowjobs from seventy-two virgins like Taliban
+Action packed acid rap's backs like a savage
+When the ratchet clap barrels blast to pierce you like a arrow shaft
+
+[Verse 5: Goretex]
+The mac is greater
+Laugh when you go down like a sack of potatoes
+Shook a steel cage ’82 when he pulled the tazer
+Smile now die later, 700 horse power
+'81 Trans-Am, they makin’ punches for the horse powder
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill]
+
+[Outro]
+No, no, no, not yet, not yet, don't pass out on me yet!
+You rotten wanker ! Do we understand each other?
+If you care what happens to the girl you better answer me, all right? Now listen to me carefully... I..-I've changed my mind, I'm going to let her die! I just wanted you to know thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+21(Chorus)
+
+I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole
+When the jury heard what I'd done, guilty was the vote
+When the judge gave me my sentence, he read it to me cold
+Whiskey on his breath, masturbating underneath his robe
+Only 21 in prison, doing life without parole
+When I had the chance, I should've sold the devil my soul
+Hell yeah, I shot the sheriff, left his body full of holes
+Now I'm 21 in prison, doing life without parole
+
+(Verse 1)
+
+We all enter the world the same way
+Naked and screaming, soaked in blood but things change
+Some are brought home to palaces, others to the projects
+Some are born billionaires and some are born convicts
+Momma said when life gives you lemons make lemonade
+Take a piss in it and serve it to the people that you hate
+My pops always said there's only two types my friend
+Those with loaded guns and those who eat shit 'til they're dead
+I miss both of them, one's gone, the other in prison
+I hate both of them, the love dies and none of it given
+I gave both of them enough time to show me their wisdom
+I'll take both of them to hell with me, my soul is convicted
+As I stand in front of Satan hoping for answers
+Coping with madness, I hold the chrome like a social advantage
+Never hate your enemies, it affects your judgement
+Keep it close point blank range and render justice!
+(Chorus)
+
+(Verse 2)
+
+Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
+The defendant's story begins within a childhood of fear and misery
+Age ten, witnessed his father murder his own mother
+The guilt of her death lingers in his dreams when he slumbers
+Even though he was a child he still felt responsible
+Most of his adolescence in and out of mental hospitals
+Anti-social, anti-everything
+Sucked into a system, pacified by prescribed medicine
+With psychiatrists as father figures
+His biological a scumbag sociopath locked in prison
+He hated him with all his heart and so he never visited him
+Though the monster that his father was also lived in him
+Kill a person you're a murderer, thousands you're a terrorists
+Everyone, you're the father of Jesus of Nazareth
+Perception is reality, facts are negotiable
+I'll clap the Mac off and put twenty-one holes in you
+
+(Chorus)
+
+Coke, it costs money
+Planes, they cost money
+This yacht, it all costs money
+Do you think Kitty's free? (What?!) huh!?
+Kitty turn around (What?) turn around
+Mister please put the gun down
+(gunshot)
+Now the next time that a plane goes down
+You better be on itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Chrissy Snow[Intro samples]
+
+[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+My shooter really do this with the Uzi in Jerusalem
+Lookin like a Jewish Huey Lewis
+Speed boats off the Greek coast , we grasp and we toast
+She had a mean ass and a deep throat
+A drug dealers peripheral , a nipple full of sniffable
+Dominican blow was called Chrissy snow
+3 Sclupa needs a 8 ball meet me at the Breagal Beager
+In the back Booth seated with the deagle
+Re-revolutionize the crack deal
+Make the workers rock their titties out so thеy can't steal
+I'm a champagne problem on a beer budgеt
+In other words I'm a problem you can't afford to fuck with
+Hit with bullets respond with warheads
+My God vs your God until we all dead
+My Gucci cost more than your entire life
+Buy it twice
+Mine drip like the eyes of a crying Christ
+
+[Hook]
+Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip
+If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick
+Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca
+Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers        x2
+[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]
+You already know
+Pan ain't flying the gram suppliers
+Pro Gun handles inside the top brand attire
+Open fire on any men in them sandals try us
+Problems solve em revolver got the answer by us
+Done deals with kingpins shook the hands of siors
+Big amounts swiss accounts when they handle buyers
+Benz tied up the landels a mansion by us
+Man on fire my life what every man desire
+Baby vampires that blow like the standing choirs
+Glance twice at something nice thats a chance for hire
+She run icecream machienes like the brand of Breyers
+Bitch on magazine covers with the Phantom by her
+Pablo Escobar safari nigga panthers tigers
+Serious ciphers cigar blowin with Ol Jodas
+He turned farmers from goat herders  to boat loaders
+Save young girls from rape and pillage
+Guerrilla warfare with soldiers came to take the village
+Now they safe as sound founded behind the gates of Villas
+Chefs makin steaks with skillets
+Gorgeous and grown up the shapes the illest
+Lingerie on the maid the laces silk shit
+Take no time to milk
+If they send a pillow i blaze it kill it
+Oh God we face light, raise the billions
+G and Bill we at the Billiards
+Benjamin Bills caked in the millions
+[Hook]
+Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip
+If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick
+Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca
+Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers        x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Power[Verse 1: O.C.]
+Behind the scene, regime calling shots
+We debate in front of have-nots, lost souls from back blocks
+Everybody in they hood feeling they all can rap
+Thinking it’s a way out the trap
+School is lame, feel it, they have nothing to gain
+All they know is guns and cocaine
+I can recall the moment, the time the suits despised rap
+Saying it was noise and nonsense
+Once it became a voice for the people
+They saw dollar signs, artists got signed
+Low-level opinionated A&R's
+From Arkansas had no clue what was going on
+Fast forward, cash out the start of minus
+Ten hour days, I really can’t call it
+Evil seeds in place, all I’m seeing is a wasteland
+Built off drugs, money and self-hate
+
+(Hook x2)
+I’ll tell you the difference between me and them
+They trying get they ones, I’m trying get them M's
+I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live
+Bring the power back to the street, where the people live
+
+[Verse 2: Cormega]
+I might front but I won’t go backward
+I’m every slave’s dream, I own my masters
+Unlike most rappers, even if I don’t go platinum
+I live like I did, that’s all that mattered
+They said I couldn't do it, I did it
+Independent with lyrics that don’t produce for listeners
+Forward music no excuses
+Only a chosen few show and prove it to be
+True to cultures influence resulted in moguls’ affluence
+Revolution’s the only solution
+Get back to basics and stop chasing illusions, of vultures looming
+Causing confusion, regain the focus you losing
+The goal’s improving, the future of our culture ensured
+If you're a vocally gifted artists supposed to be winning
+But those who be spinning are dick riding more than the women
+Causing division by ignoring the feelings
+Of fans who know what is missing
+Hip-hop in its purest existence
+(Hook x2)
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+Another record label snitched, but fuck it
+You know it, one love kid, no I’m not doing a bid
+Try to throw me under the bus and ruin the kid
+And came back with full fronts and exclusive kicks
+Stays up ahead, always adapt, evolve, survive
+Sharpen your knives, in other words, sharpen your mind
+That’s your most valuable tool
+Always stay alerted, wide-open to learn at all time
+The actual truth - make opportunities happen
+Whether you're a full time student or rapping
+You’re responsible for your actions
+No complaints, you ain’t got no time for that
+Cause time’s money and you're in the red, not in the black
+Get it where you fit in, there's more power in packs
+Pop em before they pop us in a shower of gats
+From corporate back lots to crack spots
+Stock ops to chop chops
+Way before you popped out your mom’s box
+
+(Hook x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Habitat of The Gasmask[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+
+It’s the habitat of the gasmask, suitcase nukes
+Exploding iPhones, artificial intelligence to cyborgs
+Every man, woman, and child shall be identified
+By a microchip implanted and injected in the eye
+Peep how they operate, beat you in the mouth with rape
+Fuck you in their face, bang you in their crown with shanks
+Navigate through crowds of snakes, pounds of shake
+Miles of flakes, that dickface’s smiles is fake
+Produce rage like Tom Morello out for scrilla
+Move weight like an eBay Power Seller
+My sounds of terror beat games Mega Therion
+Carry on, life is like an epic
+The chariots of God, lost children scheming to floss
+Sum up’ll cost billions, dollars in digital
+Monsters with pistols who transcend beyond the physical
+Rocket launcher missiles cruise like the words I use
+Until collisions prove catastrophic
+Satanic prophets in space capsule cockpits
+Watching demons and angels clashing in the moshpits
+Welcome to the Apocalypse, the final step, the final conflict
+The final concept is not death, listen…
+
+[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
+Everybody is a cyborg and the recession is fake
+They had me fucked up giving a confession to jake
+I ain’t wanna get knocked but I guess it was fate
+I’m a fallen angel, a descendant of apes
+I’m an ancient astronaut, I’m from the Nephilim race
+Biochip is here so you get arrested and raped
+Hitler never died, they just faked his death and escaped
+It was genocide but they never questioned the hate
+I was petrified, now I rock a vest and I’m safe
+And these stupid motherfuckers have obsession with faith
+The world’s welfare rests with the congressional snakes
+This is Hell here, just look at the president’s face
+All I saw was darkness at presidental debates
+My mind too strong moving at exceptional pace
+And the AR-15 just leveled the place
+Now we live in Thunderdome unacceptable place
+
+[Verse 3: Slaine]
+
+Got a crazy feeling, certain people watching me walk
+I’m too high to know who the fuck’s dropping me off
+Why the fuck my knuckles are so covered in blood
+Somehow I got a funny feeling that the government does
+Check one: no bank account, no bills in my name
+Check two: no jobs, taxes, or children to claim
+Fuck I think they can trace me, basically chase me
+Erase me in facing the paper they basically
+Made me famous, I hate this, I’m wasted
+I’m strapped on my back like a fucking lunatic patient
+I’m not going crazy, they’re swearing I’m maybe
+Erica, please take care of the baby
+Baby, don’t be hysterical, hysteria’s hazy
+Always knew how my mysterious ways be
+You just thought I was lazy on the couch
+Instead I was feeling the taste of the gun in my mouth
+Ouch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Clockwork Burgundy[Intro]
+Get your hands up, fast! This is a stick-up! Reach!
+Indeed, I shall reach!
+
+[Verse 1: Goretex]
+Rock Cliff Burton Vest precision murder like Phil Hartman
+Human delis on farragut complete with all the garnishes
+Left lane Belt Parkway hold the wheel yo don’t let it spill
+Wave a work on the rail scale then we movin’ to the Seville
+Mortuary gloves baggin’ dope in the vestibule
+Came a long way now we mix orange acid and edibles
+Rap Mickey Knox I’m the rabbi with the killer locks
+Packages of white we got our training on stove tops
+Likes to get her hair pulled the 80’s coke we called it Air Wolf
+Locked my brain in the synagogue, no candles
+We the Tel Aviv got me Vito Genovese
+Walking like Lee Van Cleef on killer keef
+I’m like Porky from dope fiends sell junk like Sanford
+Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout garbage with them packets of Pampers
+Serve fiends like Pete Sampras
+Headbands filled with coke max KD shaes no safety
+Uzi under the coat
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+That Clockwork Burgundy, my Glock work perfectly
+That cop shot nervously and got popped purposely
+Blood bath in Living Color like Vernon Reid
+Sherming the weed burner with beam murder sprees
+Can't quit like Vincent D'Onofrio, we mafia fuck outta here make a fucking schmuck outta ya
+Billy from 5714 Farragut, arrogant plus talented
+Became a cult leader like Manson did
+El Magico add cats in the pastrami hole (?)
+Mass hooked up the root (?)
+It feels like Howie’s home
+Like ’83 in Canarsie
+Camaro’s on every block rest in peace to Artie
+I’m that innovation syntax in the matrix
+Witchcraft in the basements skin grafted by Satan
+Forever meant to destroy mics
+My destiny on board stripes rest in peace Sean PriceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Final Scene[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+And so another adventure begins
+Ski slopes, skis, automatic weapons
+Downhill shootout with Bill, they out for vengeance
+Those two brothers
+The same two motherfuckers I mentioned In Swordfish
+Yeah, Isaac and Ish
+Ishmael is shit backwards and Isaac's a bitch
+I'mma kill 'em both and still be left with five in the clip
+These people invented and injected they mind with a chip
+They shot and missed almost skiing off the side of the cliff
+You know I shot back, Isaac was hit
+A bullet ricochet off of his hip
+Hit his brother Ish in the lip
+An avalanche final finished they trip
+Afterwards I had a ski buddy sucking me off up in the lift
+Fucking me off up in the whip, dusting the dips
+See me arriving by the hollow tunnel puffing a spliff
+Put a hollow tip shell in my shit
+Mind full of evil thoughts and my enemy's bitch
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill]
+I murdered the beast with the six-fingered hand Head of a goat, seven horns
+Seven red bloodshot eyeballs that glow
+Whatta y'all know?
+You can practically taste the brain matter
+It splatters cameras: The Final Scene
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I laugh and spit in the face of death, load 'em with lead
+Go to the sunset on a black horse, holding his head
+Destroyed an army closing in, it reminded me of that time in Brazil
+When my government assigned me with a license to kill
+Fresh out of CIA torture school
+Taught me the most effective ways
+To make prisoner of war talk to you
+From Europe to South America, bloodbaths, kidnappings
+Sounds hysterical, orgies in a mansion
+Where the Cult Leader drained warheads
+For antidotes to viruses
+Corporate alliances, we buying shit
+Finance security, first-world terrorism
+Combined it with religion
+It's proven the best business
+Ask Osama, ask Bush, ask anybody
+Give me a Ferrari and box full of money
+A double agent with a hunger for paper
+Now run they payment with my gun in they faces
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Millenniums of Murder[Intro]
+The final moment has come
+
+[Verse 1]
+Worldwide violence, unified tyrants and suicide pilots
+Utilize science with the do-or-die mindset
+Step in the lion’s den, Leviathan, Orion’s head
+Destroy you then resurrect only to let you die again
+Hundred man karate rumbles, bounty hunter body doubles
+Jeff Hannemans with Nazi ovens, the Malachi brothers
+Some will eat while others die in hunger
+Cry and hug like when a reunited child and mother find each other
+Meanwhile my music incite the fans
+Got an army of Syko Sams to shoot your high school until the rifle jams
+Waiting to exhale, unexplainable chem-trails
+We set sail for parts unknown searching for death’s grail
+Stumbled to the end of the tunnel but didn’t see light
+Machine gun-toting Levites, suicidal Sunnis, exploding Shiites
+The holy man swore he seen Christ
+And yet still he prays to take his enemy’s life
+
+[Hook]
+I’ve been through centuries of fights, millenniums of murder
+18 a ki' the price, defending them with burners
+Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners
+Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous
+Centuries of fights, millenniums of murder
+18 a ki' the price, defending them with burners
+Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners
+Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous
+[Sample]
+"They shall learn the price of their arrogance! Lock on homing devices and eradicate New York, now!"
+
+[Verse 2]
+Stumble in looking like Hobgoblin
+Lamas popping, choppers and rocket-propelled conflict
+Firearms create the hollow tip mosh pit
+Swap cars, Al-Qaeda entourage, Canarsie summertime, Chaka Kahn, Blockparty Ricardo Montalban
+Fuck your Fila suit, my guys shoot aliens
+Who try to colonize inside tubes
+All the while view mankind how predators define food
+Heard this from a Mossad dude who resembled Tom Cruise
+Truth-revealer, teach you how to put your kids through school
+With two kilos, smooth hero, drink forties and shoot Cee-Lo
+Fuck a bipolar, Mike Tyson fighting bolo
+Kid Joe buy Polo, album cover suicide photos
+Corporate octopus, slaughter cult conquerors
+War intoxicants, the Devil owns his own rocket-ships
+Your karma been deposited, indulge in human sacrifice where the apostles live
+Jeffry Dahmer’s crib, nondescript from the true horror locked within
+Let the eagle pop then dip, watch your mouth, you could get shot to shit
+Right inside your crib, fuck a 2012 Apocalypse
+Matter fact, open up your mouth and swallow thisEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Amputated Saint[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+I’m like a Viking in a submarine, or a Spartan with guns and beams
+Muggs and me is like giving hard drugs to fiends
+I be the cause of this prison riot, sworn to the Israelites
+Torture you with kitchen knifes, scorch you in a pistol fight
+I saw prophets tore from the fist of Christ
+Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system’s right
+I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak
+While she sucked her teeth, look into the light, such is life
+
+[Verse 2: B-Real]
+So when I hold the mic frighting day and night
+Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your face
+Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days
+The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade
+They got hell to pay, me I got hell to raise
+Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze
+He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze
+Without any way to get out of this purple haze
+
+[Hook: Ill Bill]
+Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
+Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is they faith
+Activate the tape, calculate the weight
+Single-handed with the cannon in their face
+Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
+Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is they faith
+Activate the tape, calculate the weight
+Single-handed with the cannon in their face
+
+[Interlude: Ill Bill]
+Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
+Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over
+But before the CIA come to take us away
+Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze
+
+Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
+Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over
+But before the CIA come to take us away
+Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze
+
+[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
+I ate some brownies last week and I’ve been high for days
+Should’ve known B-Real was the guy with the tray
+Cheech and Chong spliff, twist up an entire eighth
+It won’t freeze your nose, the shit’ll set fire to your face
+
+[Verse 3: B-Real]
+We get higher in the place, still my eyes are clean
+I’m the man in all black with the hashisheen
+So many bags of green candy cars that lean
+Got a crew so thick man we causing a scene
+You tried to hit it the very moment I lit it
+You shitted your pants, coughing out your lungs, bitch quit it
+We got the greenery and the heavy machinery
+And life don’t mean a thing to me, bitch enjoy the scenery
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m Not Happy[VERSE 1: ILL BILL]
+I'm getting between your nerves like leprosy
+Using mental telepathy, my treachery;
+Stretches over centuries, I never meant to be;
+Reincarnated - matter of fact if it was up to me
+I'd wish that I had never been created
+Them swinging swords hoards in phycho wards
+Walking threw forbidden doors and then went inside of the morgue
+People grimace when they witness business of the bloody instance
+So keep your distance the smell of bodies is covered by incense
+I show no mercy; blood splats up on my hockey jersey
+Simular to physicians in rooms of emergency
+So fuck the gats id rather hit you with an axe
+Laugh while your skull cracks; but I'm still not happy
+
+[Hook] X2
+ALL I REALLY WANT
+IS TO BE HAPPY
+TO FIND A LOVE THAT'S MINE
+IT WOULD BE SO SWEET
+
+[VERSE 2: ILL BILL]
+I'm turning red blood cells into dead blood cells
+Using microscopic utensils within your entrails
+Pushing the limits of your chromosomes
+Sitting on the throne made of humans bones
+Talking in my cellular phone, I walk alone
+Into pandemonium utilizing plutonium
+To build a bigger, better stronger weapon
+I sense the presence of great evil; so I erase
+And drain every bit of the power source conceivable
+Bringing about the beginning of ending;
+Sending the crucifieer; tending to your so called messiah
+Within the fire, I eulogize planetary demise;
+Felling energized as another planet dies
+And nothing could ever really make me give a fuck about
+Any thing you care about, so why even bother?
+The blood I spill can fill the entire new york harbour
+So hang the holy father and light the candelabra
+[Hook] X2
+ALL I REALLY WANT
+IS TO BE HAPPY
+TO FIND A LOVE THAT'S MINE
+IT WOULD BE SO SWEET
+
+[VERSE 3: ILL]
+I'm slowly killing myself to live, I couldn't even begin
+To explain the effect of the drugs on my brain;
+Nothing positive can influence the trip I take
+I'm driven by the negativity that instigates
+Without a doubt the bloody body count increases
+You fall to pieces, my mouth releases terminal diseases
+And everywhere you look there's another dead fucking shnook
+Hanging from a bloody meat hook; I always keep a smile on my face
+So I can hide whats really going on inside of my mind
+I feel nothing and therefore I am nothing
+I thrive upon your suffering but theres nothing
+That makes me feel happpy
+
+[Hook] X2
+ALL I REALLY WANT
+IS TO BE HAPPY
+TO FIND A LOVE THAT'S MINE
+IT WOULD BE SO SWEETEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Vio-LenceWhat up Skizz?
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
+I'm from where the murderers ride
+If you heard that I died you probably vision me shot up
+And laying on the stretcher
+Cause I ain't the nigga that die from high blood pressure
+My demise in the midst of a crime go fresher
+Look at his eyes he's ready to die, Lord bless him
+It is what it’s gonna be, ain't much that worry me
+Can’t care whether is 20 of us or one of me
+Gun boys ride with us, niggas still get yapped
+Pistol whiped on all monitors, you know what time it is
+Low nigga run up, squeeze a couple shots in your shirt
+Touch your best out to see if it work (Brang! Brang!)
+My niggas get high, get drunk, go ape
+Whoop you out for about 20 minutes straight then we rotate
+Straight put the beats on em, no brakes
+Since way back in the days, nigga's name hold weight
+And we still active, still mashin'
+Still inspiring, still shining, still firing
+
+[Hook: Lil' Fame]
+Violence is a universal language
+Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with
+(Brang-brang!) We murder ya
+BK nigga get down, the dirtiest, we bang
+We give 'em the whole thang!
+[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
+I'm from where the murderers ride
+If you heard that I died
+You probably picture a hollow bursting out of a nine
+And splattered me when it popped, jerked me out of my prime
+My fam'll be mad of God, cursing out of the sky
+If violence begets violence and death rules everything around me
+Dreams are really nightmares, in King’s County
+And even though my daughter was born here
+Slaughter and war go on here
+You'll get your fucking wig blown off here
+Let's put the mirror to the violence, an electrify spirit
+That defines visionary riots, military science, dignitary silence
+Ambassadors are assassinated
+From the war-room to the block assassinations are created
+Murders are premeditated and orchestrated by a symphony conductor
+Sort of when sawed-offs are spraying
+The rhythm of the gun shots is like a song is playing
+Speaking in the same tongue to God like to talk to Satan
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Shabazz The Disciple]
+I'm from where the murderers ride
+If you heard that I died
+You’d probably picture me slumped over the wheel in my ride
+Drugs planted in the trunk, being accused of a crime
+Orchestrated by COINTELPRO the FBI
+? all on the dashboard, cause my spirits to fly
+Wanna see me scalpel ride?? filled with formaldehyde
+Police the modern day romans, stolen profits with nines
+Like the prophets in black, leaders of what they prophesized
+Hood Christ crucified, two G’s on my side
+My peter’s heater a sly, cause my Judas demise
+I pray I look my angel of death right in his eyes
+You coming with me motherfucker, finish this beef in the sky
+These last earth memories, the sight was frightening
+Hear thunder when the hood Christ, striked the lightning
+Ain’t no fuckin hail Mary’s, is hail of slugs
+Brain dead on your deathbed, family pull the plug
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Debbie Abono[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Die young, leave a fast corpse
+Young  Abraham Ford, legendary amongst the thrash lords
+Crash-course  in brain surgery, gang wars and murder sprees
+Saints perform serpentry, paint the walls burgundy
+I want all the smoke, I’ll burn for all eternity
+After  I’m gone, the world will convert to me
+Severed  Heads of State, Cult Leader, crime scenes
+Malachi Z, my Mobb’s Deep and my mind’s free
+Illuminati  tried to blind me, but I see
+The CIA put LSD in the visine
+Same way they put the crack in the PJs
+The devil’s dick got em all on their hook like T-Pain
+Or  Nate Dogg, wavy in the cocaine fog
+But it made a great song, so it really ain’t wrong
+Listen, we gotta get out of our own way
+And you get the fuck out the way too, before the chrome spray
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill] x2
+Cut off their fingers for diamond rings
+Their head for their chain
+Their wrist for their Rollie
+We the best in the game
+Listen… (record sample scratches)
+
+[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
+The knife work crazy, the weaponry is extravagant
+You playing with the devil by being the devil's advocate
+Fourth-density bleed through, you hardly fathom it
+Allah is the creator, sustainer Akhi in aggregate
+These is black hills, homie, and they sure gon burn
+It’s nobody left breathing, no stone unturned
+You see four guineas creeping in a yellow Seville
+That mean my dogs coming after you, Cruella Deville
+You don’t wanna rumble with mine
+I will pick you mufuckas off one at a time
+It be head shots, homie, it’ll crumble your mind
+It’s a reason that nobody tryna fuck with you, slime
+A hundred fathoms down, was found in a deep ocean
+Too many mufuckas is wolf in a sheep clothing
+The mantequilla yellow and the champagne black
+Pussy, don’t say something that you can’t take back
+[Hook: ILL Bill] x2
+Cut off their fingers for diamond rings
+Their head for their chain
+Their wrist for their Rollie
+We the best in the game
+Listen… (record sample scratches)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Getcha Shit Together[Intro:]
+ILL Bill: You put that compressor shit on?
+Q-Unique: No doubt, son
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I seen my worst nightmares come true
+Seen horrifying scenarios out my mind become realities truth
+Have faith in nothing at all worship the Gods of Death
+Seek bloodshed and murder until my dying breath
+
+[Verse 2: Q-Unique]
+So let’s inhale the Toxic Avenger
+Squeeze the nickel play the trigger with the shot that’ll end ya
+Call for a State of Emergency, gamma rays burning at third degree
+Little children running off to play in the murder scene
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+My words will be like murder movies slashing the She-Devil
+Freddie Krueger vs Jason, trash and the speed metal
+Thrashers with afros leather jackets and denim vests
+Magnums and Tec's, Black Sabbath patches and meth
+
+[Verse 4: Q-Unique]
+A package of death as clear as blue crystal
+I’m a savage distress and attack with two pistols
+I’m an American Sniper that’s going American Psycho
+Kept in an American cage like a freak in a sideshow
+[Verse 5: ILL Bill]
+Mind gone like a Satanist plotting a child’s sacrifice
+Meet the grown-up version of child Anti-Christ
+Listen here dear we triple-six like a stripper with her nipples pierced
+Pistoleers (?) pistols whistle crystal clear
+
+[Verse 6: Q-Unique]
+But I’m distorted in sound recorded before you was found
+Dismembered and slaughtered, tortured and tossed on the ground
+The homies are odd and twisted Loki the God of Mischief
+Learn the murder squad above the hood bombed the misfitsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Don’t Know How Long It’s Gonna LastYou know, the funniest thing happened to me today. A girl on that line when I was picking up my methadone, she was getting her methadone after me, she said hey, it’s unbelievable. You got some body. The shit it takes, it keeps bouncing back. You know what I mean? I have seizures three times a fucking week, an overdose once a week, every week. I wake up in the emergency room a minimum of two times a week. You know what I’m saying? And I, my body just recuperates. I don’t know how. But I don’t know how long it’s gonna last, soEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Murder ’93MURDER, MURDER, MURDER
+KILL, KILL, KILL
+Murder, murder hehehehe, murder
+
+MURDER, MURDER, MURDER
+KILL, KILL, KILL
+"At first I harass them, then I murder them" (X 2)
+
+Last night a bitch bust my crib and found a carcass
+Tried to press charges
+But I walked free regardless
+Like, Tony Montana
+My trigger finger got stamina
+You mess around and I'll BLAM BLAM in ya
+Ramming your body parts down the cindering slots
+I'm chopping your off then drop your pieces off a rooftop
+Re-animator
+Creator of the murder data
+The Terminator
+I murder, then I see you later
+Living dead, stomping the streets of Brooklyn like a zombie
+I come to eat your brain like a piece of salami
+Contaminate you like a biohazard
+Because I'm a sick bastard
+2000 maniacs call me master
+And they obey everything I say, no question
+Suicide, plus more confession maintain aggression
+Mr. Ill Bill brings your body to the blood feast
+I'm the piece of  corps condemned great tooled priest
+Bodies, on top of bodies I instigate mutilation
+Under federal investigations
+Kathy Pears disappeared like all the children
+2000 maniacs locked in my building
+[Chorus X 2]
+
+I get hyper with a butcher knife and a hash pipe
+But pack with parts all my brain cells apart
+Assorted body parts I'm starting to stab and chop up
+Cover the floor with plasma, then I mop up
+Unless I get dressed to kill when I spill
+You guts
+Ill Bill the butcher ghost doesn't do manorial
+Chop chop then pop, with the Glock
+Go get my clip, then flip and pop pop pop pop
+Goes my gat
+I'm flipping psychopathic spastic  drastic
+Nuclear plastic putting people to caskets
+All of a sacrifice
+I'm gentle  like Charles Manson
+Crematoria people sleeps in a glancing
+Ashes burnt, ?-----?
+Undead, humanoid  end of the sent a laving
+Like leukaemia, fights chemo therapy
+The brain cancer, extravaganza
+Directs me, infects me
+Condemns me to the Brooklyn floors
+Like price my pounce are stripes  two heads like spikes
+Make nice, nice since I got a nadge to grind
+I blind kids by poking out their eyes with my knifes
+So, die, die, die, drop dead, die
+You painted my face, popsicles to my brain
+Bronchitis, septic virus, verbal colitis
+Bottom strides
+Girls get on top of guys
+Beyond the graves, slash in a bloodbath
+Bubble, bubble toys bring trouble
+Zombies arrive, and you'll all be adopted
+Strapped with gats so - step - BACK
+[Chorus]
+
+I been twisting fresh hits and grotesque torsions
+I use a chainsaw, when I'm performing an abortion
+I stack up bodies so back up , before I make my hatchet hack up
+And use your lifeblood's to grease the track up
+I grab you then I stab you in the skull with a scalpel
+Make your brain madder flatter and some part of rather doubtful
+Blood everywhere and your hardly even breathing
+I kick you to the face and make the flat line even
+There's no tomorrow I'm the hardest stir of sorrow
+Beyond the gates and wait backwards like Bizarro
+Bizarre, strange, got maggots in my brains
+Faggots roll down the hill and burn, burn in the FLAMES
+
+[Chorus X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can’t Live Like This[Hook: Everlast] (x2)
+I can't live like this no more
+They know my name at the liquor store
+I get high, give dick to hoes
+I can't live like this no more
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Lost in the bottle, of course I'm the bottom of the barrel
+No apparel except for being a loser and an asshole
+Trust in drugs, arrogant, they keep me happy
+The same thing that's killing me is the same thing that traps me
+It transports me, sometimes it transforms me
+So I feel like I'm getting a blowjob in a porn scene
+Sometimes I feel like I'm a millionaire with no worries
+A lazy fuck stuck on the couch in no hurry
+No ambition, no plans or future
+Got two bitches pregnant at the same time
+One is due in a month, the other in a week
+They don't even know about each other
+And I don't even love either of them
+And I'm a piece of shit, a real piece of work
+A womanizer, it's a wonder that my penis even works
+This sore throat won't go away, I go to see the doctor
+Only to find out that I'm dying with the monster
+
+[Hook: Everlast] (x2)
+I can't live like this no more
+They know my name at the liquor store
+I get high, give dick to hoes
+I can't live like this no more
+[Verse 2: Slaine]
+Yeah, Bacardi bottles litter the floor, bicker with whores
+Liquor in drawers, the alcoholic sticking up stores
+Scratch tickets is all losers, owe 30 to the bookie
+He wanna murder me, I'm up inside a dirty pussy
+Warts burned off my dick by a doctor, I'm sick
+I keep chasing dreams that I'm not gonna get
+I might as well spend my days in a bottle
+Night inside a cell doing coke and steroids got my body hot as hell
+I'll probably rot in Hell, yeyo that I gotta sell
+Is all sniffed, my future is dog shit
+My best friend's a dope fiend and he can't get off it
+My music is in the trash, I can't turn a profit
+I just drank every dollar that I murdered off it
+My brain keeps leaking like a turning faucet
+I'm sneezing for no reason with a burning nostril
+I started off being decent now I'm turning hostile
+
+[Hook: Everlast] (x2)
+I can't live like this no more
+They know my name at the liquor store
+I get high, give dick to hoes
+I can't live like this no moreEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pentagram[Intro:]
+The pentagram has always been used, Satan worship, satanic worship, the five pointed pentagram
+And if you take the arms off of the pentagram, you have a pentagon
+And the United States' Pentagon is sitting exactly to north, aiming to north of the north star Thuban
+Which is drawing power, according to the ancient egyptians for, for the god of war
+
+[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+Anton LaVey Fu Manchu facial hair
+Goons with the hateful stare
+Move with palatial flare
+Young Gary Busey but carry an Uzi
+Young Cosby, hairy pussys and strawberry roofies
+Young Ozzy, young pentagram, young Robby
+Double septagram, rest in power to Prodigy
+My living dead is like a snake on Medusa's head
+Killers laugh like snakes while they shoot you dead
+Billions drop brainwashed by foolish trends
+Ha, [?] spray Glocks at you, shoot his head
+Rest in power to Sean Price
+Salute to my brother Vinnie, we all nice
+I'm like Scorpio from Dirty Harry
+I prefer it [?] I'll be murder happy
+I'm the sorcerer supreme
+You'll be murdered in your nightmares and tortured in your dreams
+
+[Hook x4]
+A little drug money never really hurt nobody, nobody
+[Verse 2: Goretex]
+They call me Captain Trips, Young Jerry
+A hundred hits pure lysurgeon
+Weed immersive, I roam the streets scheming for bleeding virgins
+Use detergent and bundles and isotol, monsters brawl
+Caprichaun and the goat
+Young pentagram and matzah balls
+Me and Bill rock wigs like Abel Ferrara
+The coke cabo wabo private jet papi got the dope from heron
+From Gustava, rocking Iommi jackets, fat mattress
+Set a church on fire with catholics
+Another one of my rackets
+Rock a sadie shirt murder scene, bloody shades of dirt
+I'm like a pagan cloak, 3:15 evade your turf
+Tie your father up, and get the Tokyo blade, its double serrated Make his flesh a mess, sizzle like a slab of bacon
+Buck 50 for the dope the pelicon took, mexican cooks, Billy Idol with heroin hooks
+Flying Vs through your molly bags, running through customs
+Got 40 pounds covered in polly bag, you started from nothing
+
+[Hook x4]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+GoonsdayYeah. William cutting, check it
+
+There's three stages of Free Masons
+Green papers written in diseased hatred
+Be patient, wait for the egyptian translation
+David and Goliath at war, achieve greatness
+Seen agents with biological agents in briefcases
+Holy shit homie, this ain't what the prophecies of the Bible said
+Leviathan, a cross between lucifer and a scientist
+Sitting in a pentagram, octagon
+Reading from the necronomicon with octomom
+?fuck the fembot that shot Oscar Goldman
+My operation costs six billion
+Goddamnit you should've told them who I am
+Ill Bill, goonsday, it's doomsday
+The Forty-deuce black hebrew goonface, my tool spray
+It takes forty-two muscles to frown
+And only four to click the trigger of a four-pound
+I'm falling down
+My bullets'll melt your face like the end of Raiders
+Pop your fucking cranium open like a baked potatoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Name’s Bill{*scratched by DJ Eclipse*}
+Ill Bill, spit the real
+What the dilly yo?
+The name's Bill
+
+What up Bill!
+
+[Verse 1]
+Dropping screen tanks, driving cars
+Jack you out your green Benz
+Drop the top, take a deep breath then I begin
+The way the world bounces
+Fuck a nickel bag, we burn ounces
+You a gangsta?
+Fuck shootin' you, we burn houses
+Have you runnin' out your crib, butt naked with a half a brick
+Hangin' out your asshole, lookin' like an asshole
+Fussin' with me, guarantee homicide
+Devil and God collide
+Why you wanna make your mamma cry?
+Hang you with shoelaces, Doomsday
+A free thinker, squeeze the trigger like its tooth paste
+The game's different now, the rules changed
+It's like who's broke and who's paid?
+Who's dope and who's played?
+Who's smoke and who's sprayed?
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Reverse a back exit
+Drive ya car, jack you out your black Lexus
+Drop the top and sell crack wreckless
+A loaded gun's cool, but yo I wanna own a judge too
+A gun plus a judge equals blow me and fuck you
+Get it where you fit in
+Cause dummy recognize dummy
+Pussy recognize pussy
+And money recognize money
+Gangsta recognize gangsta
+And you faggets is funny
+Tens years slangin' crack and you cats is still bummy
+Whack rappers I be snatchin' your fade
+Snathin' your chains, snatch up all your ice
+Then empty my gat in your brain
+You never heard of me?
+Word, you cats is insane
+Ill Bill motherfucker, dare to challenge the name
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Bless the Lord in heaven
+Try to hijack a seven-forty-seven
+A terrorist, hardcore forever
+These other cats is makin' dance-music
+My music make you bust gats to it
+Shoot at your feet to make you dance to it
+Bill's Ill, Bill smoke weed, Bill smoke blunts
+Bill guzzle Hennessey and Bill smoke dust
+Bill hates cops, still gots to get my props
+Don't get too close because you might get shot
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Spumoni Gardens[Intro: Uncle Howie and ILL Bill]
+Howie: It's good, it's good, making some money illegally, you know, like always
+Bill: Illegally?
+Howie: Always
+
+[Verse 1: Q-Unique]
+This is target practice
+Guerilla warfare black market tactics
+Biblical secret scrolls hidden in the federal building
+Uncover the mystery with meddling children
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+Devilish villains, a violation, entire nations rise, tides are changing
+Annihilation of the sky when my mind is racing
+I place a cruise of calm in the white station
+Vibrations through my arm when the nine's blazing
+
+[Verse 3: Q-Unique]
+It’s mine's for the taking, I point the snub nose
+Pull out the bamboo, homie, and get your drugs rolled
+The bundle of dimes hit the corner with the stash
+I’m in front of the line like the shortest in the class
+
+[Verse 4: ILL Bill]
+Get the torture goons with caps, crews attack with the Uzi clap
+Swiss-cheese you up, make you do a foolish dance
+My nine will make you lambada, my pistol make you do the limbo
+My Mac-11 make you do the windmill
+[Verse 5: Q-Unique]
+It’s simple, I’m with Slippin’ Jimmy scheming on the cash
+Wear a mask made for skiing demons armed with gats
+Wanna cosplay and slay with the steel?
+I’m a real Rocksteady against the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D
+
+[Verse 6: ILL Bill]
+Satan is real, Lucifer’s a shooter, put a bullet in your Buddha
+Kill your idol with the Ruger and a little humor
+Get a hollow but creep stealthily, away to Cuba
+Drink a bottle of chemotherapy and spit a tumor
+
+[Verse 7: Q-Unique]
+Spread a rumor about a terrorist organization
+Beheading consumers with the president’s authorization
+Sleeper cells kept in a basement deep as hell
+Trigger the hammer, smack the primer and heat the shell
+
+[Verse 8: ILL Bill]
+Enter the dragon, splash the face and take a seat to chill
+You could throw away the motherfucking key, keep the bail
+Keep my confiscated cocaine, read my mail
+Sell my story to Martin Scorsese and grieve my taleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+When I Die (OG Version)[Intro: Uncle Howie]
+You know, the funniest thing happened to me today. A girl on that line when I was picking up my methadone, she was getting her methadone after me, she said hey, it’s unbelievable, you got some body. The shit it takes, it keeps bouncing back. You know what I mean? I have seizures three times a fucking week, an overdose once a week, every week. I wake up in the emergency room a minimum of two times a week. You know what I’m saying? And I... My body just recuperates. I don’t know how. But I don’t know how long it’s gonna last, so...
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I left you outside the gates of heaven, they wouldn't let me in
+I waved goodbye as you stepped within
+It's like hell on earth without you near
+I named my daughter after you
+So when she smiles it's sorta like you're still here
+It's kinda crazy how time flies
+Twenty-five years since my grandmoms died
+But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together
+Those happy memories are so vivid, they'll last me forever
+And yet you're still here somehow, I still feel your presence
+I credit you for my inner strength, I feel it in my essence
+In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics
+I wouldn't exist if you hadn't persisted through the trenches
+I wouldn't have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence
+Every verse I've ever written, your energy is kinetic
+Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry
+Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die
+
+[Instrumental break]
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I left you outside the gates of heaven, they wouldn't let me in
+I waved goodbye as you stepped within
+It's like hell on earth without you near
+I named my label after you
+So when I rhyme it's sorta like you're still here
+It's been a year, still in shock about exactly what happened to you
+Made a song for you called "My Uncle"
+I was just rapping to you - Just talking to you
+I just saw you at my mother's house
+I can't believe I just bought a coffin for you
+We always feared that you would die from an overdose
+God knows you loved to do drugs, it swallowed you whole
+But in the end, drugs didn't kill you, cancer did
+Why do good people die young?
+I don't know what the answer is
+All I know is I worshiped you as a scrappy kid
+Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did
+And that's pretty fucking cool, trust me
+I was embarrassed when you started smoking crack
+Honestly, it crushed me - Swept it under the rug
+Started smoking weed and popping acid
+But managed to not do the uglier drugs
+We grew apart after my grandmother died
+Homeless, in and out of jail
+We stopped relating to each other's lives
+But years later, we connected once again
+Not just as nephew and uncle, but as homies, we were friends
+Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry
+Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die
+[Instrumental outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Suck My DickYou don't like ILL Bill you can suck my dick
+You don't like Non Phixion you can suck my dick
+You don't like my dawg Pro you can suck my dick
+You don't like Necro you can suck my dick
+You don't like Beat Down you can suck my dick
+You don't like Uncle Howie you can suck my dick
+You don't like J Grand you can suck my dick
+Suck my dick
+Bitch, you can suck my dick!
+
+[Verse 1]
+I keeps it gully, peep the skully
+I poke you, I throw a hole through your whole shit
+I leave you looking like a blood transfusion gone bad
+With no dick, you a hoe, bitch
+The only thing you know is you don't know shit
+And that's a good thing, peep the heat the hood bring
+I be in Brooklyn and everybody know my crew sling
+'nough drugs, we 'nough thugs with 'nough guns
+The only thing you faggot cats pull out is butt plugs
+I got this coke-head lesbian bitch that blow head
+That'll shoot you in the dick point-blank range then jet
+The gangster of love, grimy like Sanford and Son
+My magnum's a drug, splatter you then dance in your blood
+I bust repeatedly, I always knew that God hated me, created me
+Threw me on a planet that's afraid of me
+My date of birth will be the day the Earth learn to hate love
+At fourteen is when I first heard Reign in Blood
+At fifteen is when I first start to play with guns
+At seventeen I ate my first blunt laced with dust
+At twenty-one I Shot Reagan and made the papers, son
+My life is Non Phixion, sex, drugs and laser guns
+Love junkie drug producer, I fucked Medusa plus her two sisters
+My clique is murderous, your crew's bitches
+Confused victims walk around wounded and oozing liquids
+Shoot you then threw the biscuit
+In the dumpster, flew to Kingston
+I fucked Halle Berry in the bathroom during the Grammy's
+Then ate Roumanian steak at Sammy's
+We rhyme like we never got paid yet, I face death
+Smiling, I die in a shootout with eight feds
+Mr. ILL Bill assassinate character witnesses
+In courtrooms in front of the judge and jury and their kids
+I'm like the side of the Force that the righteous man walks
+With a big pistol cocked the fuck back when I talk
+MOTHERFUCKERS!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Enemy (Remix)[Ill Bill]
+A general can never live with the shame of defeat
+Play the position the same way in the street, labeled a creep
+Raised in the ways of the deep thinkers at the same time
+I learned the most valuable things
+From an uncle leaving syringes stuck in his veins
+Heroin dreams, cocaine wishes
+Seen a dope fiedn suck a dog's dick for a fix and
+It's twisted and sick on this immaculate planet on which we live
+That's why I keep a black bag of ammonia by my side ever since
+Hollow tip shells, one in the chamber
+Sign my name in blood, smudgen the paper
+Too many crab motherfuckers and haters
+Looking at me like I fucked their moms
+Till they wind up hog-tied in the trunks of their cars
+It ain't no sunshine, I can smell the jealousy and envy
+You're thinking my glass is half full, I'm thinking it's half empty
+I think above the law, surpass insanity
+Smear your blood on the wall like the Manson Family
+Watch your mouth you don't know me homie
+Ill Bill, inappropriate like holding a baby, smoking a bogie
+Blow your brains out; leave you with an empty head, cause I'm a muthafucking villain like MC Ren
+
+[Hook 2X: Ill Bill]
+I live the same life you lead, breathe the same air you breathe
+We similar, but no, you my enemy
+Bang the fuck out in the street, hold the block down with heat
+We similar, but no, you my enemy
+[Raekwon]
+From every valley all the way to the valley is where allies live
+With 40 Calies, selling drugs, winging Denalies
+Where coke comes in big ol trucks
+Dickies, white tees, authentic Chucks
+Stashes in the floors for the cause
+A lot of rap killers is lurking, base heads chirping
+All these police workers got they hats backwords in black hoods
+I'm guarded like the Pope up in Rome
+Slight cough, rhyming through phones, pyjama sets, talking to Ton'
+I live through my family
+Civilians and loved ones gave drugs and slayed for my paper
+Working under some fakers
+I recognize the power of loyalty comes from the wants and needs
+Everything else, black? Self-explanatory
+Take it back to Timexes and Outies
+Pushing through 1-39th, seeing Spanish, Jesus and Ralphie
+You know when we came we was holding
+Besides bread, it was lead
+Go head, search us, guns is by the shoulders
+We countin' every one in the back of the store
+Different whores will jump out, different walls smelling like cum
+Nowadays niggas know hustling
+Yeah, go head, tell it wrong and get jinxed by the FBI
+Word to every kingpin's wish
+Move humble and hard, play the right men, slay the right bitch
+Through the mix of concurrent drama
+We honor niggas that died, got trapped up and fell behind karma
+This real nigga lecture his destiny
+Play the perfect hand of perfection, everything's a blessing at heart
+I sat back like the giant from start, play number two position learn
+To listen, gamble insmarts
+Now we pushing from town to town
+Realizing credit's the shit, but can't trust no niggas around
+I try to establish life on my own, blaze a hundred bones
+And think, I'm painting by the second, it's on
+Yo, call the flag of a Muslim son, who base his life on guns and murder
+Free business, handling chumps
+Now alot of niggas is gone, sleeping on the Rican on the catwalk
+Hawk on his leg, back on his own
+A wise man set up for failure
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Yo, yo, yo, untie him man
+
+[Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bora Bora Aura[Intro]
+Mr Briganti, there's a problem with Mr Kleinfelt
+What kinda problem?
+He's in the bathroom, fuckin' Stef! (Hahaha)
+So what's the problem? Good for him!
+Oh! Oh! Oh!
+Yeaah! We back motherfucker!
+Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
+Bill, talk to ‘em!
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Take your Jesus piece (truck) jewels
+Gucci links, my shooters blaze through
+But they don’t give a fuck who they hit
+The mop long like the scope on a street sweeper
+With the robe of the Grim Reaper
+Gorilla Pimp Preacher spits ether
+Revolvеr (twirler) flash like a cursed murdеr (cast)
+This happen when murder raps converge with Lysergic tabs
+A Brand They Can Trust, doing something satanic on dust
+And they don’t pay the ransom they fucked
+Give me [???]
+Spray chrome on plain clothes
+Say hoes with shotgun shells the size of eggrolls
+Minus the duck sauce
+Get your face sliced the fuck off
+Like it was in the yard up north, tryin’ to pop off
+Philly [??] a problem doin’ molly in Cabo
+Smoke pot with McConaughey, [bauding] on baubles
+[So I ain't monologues] flying tomahawks, cyborgs
+The skies is blinding with [?? dogs] and fiery flyin’ swords
+[Chorus: Tony Yayo] x2
+Nothin’ but gang police at them funerals
+I wanna pay my respects but I ain’t comin’ through
+Revenge kidnap your daughter, I’m in Bora Bora
+Niggas be on live, I got a different aura
+
+[Verse 2: Nems]
+Yeah – You got the aura of a sixty year old dyke
+I got the aura of a twenty three year old Mike, walkin’ to the fight
+Was on my feet, twenty three year old Mike
+This the big Gorilla, Fuck Ya Life
+I’m the nicest comin’ out of this new shit (That’s a fact!)
+Oh you think you wavy, throw you off of a cruise ship
+Right hook, left hook, boom, bipp, oh shit!
+Punch you in your face you’ll fuck around and do two flips (Goddamn!)
+Off a balcony (Yup!) You never could amount to me (Never!)
+My chain cost two birds (What’s that?) Call that Falconry (Yup!)
+Gorilla Monsoon then Gorilla Twins
+How the fuck is you still doubting me?
+Your girl put her mouth on me (Gunther!)
+Yeah I had that bitch swallowing sax (Rah) (Facts!)
+And I don’t even follow her back (Rah) (Wooh!)
+You at the gym shootin’ ‘roids in your [traps]
+I’m at LMB’s gettin’ fat (Rrrraaaah!)
+
+[Chorus: Tony Yayo] x2
+Nothin’ but gang police at them funerals
+I wanna pay my respects but I ain’t comin’ through
+Revenge kidnap your daughter, I’m in Bora Bora
+Niggas be on live, I got a different aura
+[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
+Thirty rounds go into the Mac and if you not said one you walkin’ into a trap (Stupid motherfucker)
+I give you a choice pussy, stool, pigeon or rat
+It’s a harbinger of death to hear the clickity clack
+Y’all is always sayin’ somethin’, y’all swear y���all scrap (Nah)
+And I’m tired mafuckers and the graveyard packed
+(It’s bodies everywhere) Take ya body, make it handicapped
+Ten toes down, ain’t movin’ from where I’m standin’ at (Nah)
+Put a rack on his head, I’ll toupee ya (Hahaha)
+Odds are I’m Arch Julius Cesar the Soothsayer (Yeah)
+I tried to help you out and do you a lil’ favor
+Now you get a shot to the stomach, induced labor
+(Boom, boom boom, boom)
+It’s hard to breathe here, need a oxygen flask
+Have you hooked into a breathing tube, oxygen mask
+I got some mafuckers eager to clap (We got the shooters)
+It’s thirty inside this mafucker, clean up your act, toma!
+
+[Chorus: Tony Yayo] x2
+Nothin’ but gang police at them funerals
+I wanna pay my respects but I ain’t comin’ through
+Revenge kidnap your daughter, I’m in Bora Bora
+Niggas be on live, I got a different aura
+
+[Outro]
+Motherfucker!
+ILL Bill, Gorilla Motherfuckin' Nems, Vinnie Paz, Tony Yayo
+Brrrrrrrraaao!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Impaled Nazarene[Intro]
+You have seen, you cannot deny it any longer
+
+[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
+Walt Disney was fuckin' Nazi, Illuminati killed Mike Jackson
+Barack Obama aware of all their precise action
+Look at the dollar bill, they want the fuckin' light blackened
+Y’all too stupid and blind to see what might happen
+The symbolism from beginning of recorded times
+And Hinduism and the spinning of distorted minds
+You believe it when the television report the crime
+Well I believe that that’s irrelevant and falsified
+Where was Jesus in the Bible for seventeen years?
+He was in Tibet and India and they were his peers
+He also lived in the Himalayas and Kashmir
+He survived the crucifixion and lived for mad years
+They like the idea of war between Arab and Jew
+They like the idea of slaughter and massacre too
+Knowledge is infinite, it’s something you have to pursue
+I pray to God on the Shabbat for a pacifist coup
+[Interlude]
+To most people who would consider themselves intelligent beings they say well that’s absurd. What’s all this doomsday stuff?
+
+[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
+Born in the Sudan, raised in America
+Aged seven in a new land, raised by the Seraphim
+Learned Islam and Mitzrayim, amongst the pyramids dragged by em
+From the Nile River later reminisced and drank wine
+Return to childhood and crime
+Did an upstate bid for three years, out on parole, now the world is mine
+Created his own movement in ‘69
+Nubian Hebrew Mission had arrived, he’s alive
+Changed his name to Isa Abdullah
+Many times after that legally changed his name several times
+Level nine, Jackie and The Starlights, made music with passion
+Rolls-Royce elegant fashion ready for action
+Descendant of aliens from another planet
+They said Christ was underhanded
+Like King Solomon with many wives
+Under marriage many seeds many heirs to the throne
+Ready to die and forever it’s told
+Similar to this eleven year old
+After being gang-raped at eight memorized the testament scrolls
+Front to back he recited the Bible, word for holy word
+Passion of the Christ on arrival
+The Branch Davidians took him in then he took em over
+Claiming the name of David from the book of Jehova
+You’d have thought that he’s from Brooklyn how he had it all sewn up
+Till the ATF had him blown up out in Waco
+[Outro: David Koresh]
+So you know you guys, do it your way, I do it my way. You gonna argue with me, you catch me on the side of the road somewhere, you come and argue with me. You come pointing guns in the direction of my wife, my kids, damn it I’ll meet you at the door any time. And I’m sorry some of you guys got shot but uh hey, God will have to sort that out, won’t he?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m From Brooklyn(Verse 1: Ill Bill)
+Brooklyn be billions and billions, I be Brooklyn Bill
+It was Brooklyn where my uncle got hooked on krillz
+A billion warped thoughts travel through the grime in his mind
+A billion wars fought between crime designed in the devine
+A billion seconds ago, it was nineteen fifty-nine
+A billion minutes ago, Jesus Christ was alive
+A billion hours ago, we were living in the stone ages
+A billion dollars, the definition what cocaine is
+This be a Brooklyn thing where Kings stampede
+We got hundreds of greedy geniuses that get that cream
+Acopolco Gold grab dutches at the bodega
+Stuntin' in stashed Air Maxes, those are my most favourite
+We met fanphibian, fucked up, I need lithium
+Sabotage my life with northern lights and pifium
+I been the illest William since Billy D
+Sold Colt 45 of TV, it's really me, Billy Brooklyn
+
+(Chorus X 3)
+This is Brooklyn
+Br-br-br-br-br-Brooklyn
+I'm from BBr-br-br-br-br-Brooklyn
+Br-br-br-br-br-Brooklyn
+
+(Verse 2: Mr Metaphor)
+Yeah, you love the way I'm a burrough sound chopped up
+Fuck around, that's exactly how you found, chopped up
+In Gowanus Canal with a sock in your mouth inside a hefty bag
+Looking like Oscar the Grouch
+No future, It's Apocalypse Now
+You get blasted off, rocketship stlye
+Brooklyn bad, the beautiful, the bomb
+Its musical charm and I ain't talking Louie Vatton
+I'm talking Tim boots, baseball caps, and facemasks
+Polo patches, skully caps, and nap sacks
+Fat sacks of weed, half black and Japanese
+Drug pushers turning cats to catastrophe
+It ain't the movies, you ain't gonna believe
+Outsiders try to enter but they ain't gonna leave
+(Chorus)
+
+(Verse 3: Brooklyn Academy)
+I learned how to survive on the crossroads of a street and an avenue
+Where kids brawl over stick ball and use a bat for beating you black and blue
+Little bastards that would laugh at you if you were sweeter than passion fruit
+Until your heart hardens on the streets with the Brooklyn attitude
+And we would rumble like the Jets and the Sharks
+But on Friday the spics and white chicks had sex in the park
+And we didn't give a fuck from which section you are
+But if you gonna step to somebody, you step with some heart
+When we travel from Longbow to Marcey, from Partsworth to Canarsie
+The strong and thorough made a name like John Turtturo
+Our block was born so you'd lock your doors of fear of knocks
+The birthplace of 2Pac Shakur
+This is Brooklyn, the shots ? like poker face
+Carve your skin like a Jack-o-lantern and crack jokes like Adam Sandler
+Commit a crime with an open case, robbing armoured cars
+With the warrant squad chasing you in the dark through Prospect Park
+
+(Chorus)
+
+(Verse 4: Brooklyn Academy)
+The Dodger's first home where I bought my first phone
+I had my first ? , where I broke my first bone
+Flipped my first nick, where I got my first girlfriend to suck her first dick
+Where I ate Section 8, where I took my first shit
+Where I had my first fight, where I joined my first gang
+Where I first broke night, hold tight, it's where I dropped my first shroom
+Where I took my first bump, where I heard my first tune thump
+Out Jamel's first Maxima trunk, after that, matter fact
+Actual fact, it's where I first landed a track in the lab with the AK
+The land that I rep go like ?
+I fight for it like a Palestenian with a stone
+B-R double O-K Corral where the illest MC could come spit a loser's morale
+The most popular burrough where everyone wants to stay
+My home, our zone, all hail BK
+(Chorus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The 3 Wise Men(Verse 1: Ill Bill)
+I never liked Imus, always thought he was a dickhead
+The media want to try to censor my lyrics instead
+I'd be a fucking idiot if my lyrics didn't reflect     the pain caused
+By a world-wide business of death
+Blowjob from your mother and wife at the same time
+Sit back, recline with my cocaine rhymes
+Heroin beats
+Like Extra P, let the rhythm hit 'em
+Terrible heat
+Relentlessly, effortlessly hit them
+Street villainess
+We the chosen of man
+Now, get in the van
+I get it cookin' like meth in a pan
+Tie your arm up with a belt and inject in a scab
+Round trip to the drug spot set in a cab
+Rolling Stone concert flicks, thousand dollar chips
+Model chicks with a ton of tits and hypnotic hips
+Get sprayed at your table at the Babylon club
+Left dazed, mangled, disabled, and splattered in blood
+
+(Verse 2: O.C.)
+Me and Bill are both martyrs
+Flows so similar to Harvard books inside libraries
+One step beyond smarter
+Cajun hot, we throw it up like a half-court lob into the quarter when the shot clock does 'em
+So sick, fuck around, become a victim
+Don't blame me, young cats put themselves in this position
+You're facing a dilemma
+There's no telling when you might end up face off with a nutcase and a sinner
+Embrace this and parish, face that shows terror
+No punches or edits, I rival up the devil
+I walk past everything falls dead
+Verbally spreading my medula
+Ho store beats release unchained mechanics
+In the form of bar with the music
+Join us and permantly sleep cause your appointment
+Two guns, me, O.C and bill, we're double-jointed
+(Verse 3: Jeru The Damaja)
+The rhyme alchemist, hip hop scientist
+Mix bombs in a lab like an Al Quada terrorist
+My shit narcotic from start to finish
+I knock out so many teeth I get kick backs from dentists
+I feed MC's to the vultures, man
+While their chicks' asses up in the air like Shin Chan
+Wanna test this? Have a good medical plan
+Cause I bash you in the dome like Captain Caveman
+And this dope's a billion bucks a gram
+I wipe the blood off my mic and fuck a female fan
+You never thought you'd see me, Bill, and O on a track
+So dope The DEA thought it was crack
+When it comes to rockin a mic I do work
+So many exotic feats they call me Captain Kirk
+Shit-faced like the jerk
+My shit's a street sweeper, but your shit just squirt
+
+> > Lyrics posted by Heroin4yourears < <EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Cycle[Verse 1: William Cooper]
+You can hear the strings of the violin welcome me in
+Feels like the pain under your skin when you livin’ in sin
+Sounds of a dirty syringe, heroin gon’ swim
+Polluting the souls of the project kids
+Born to drug fiends, growin’ up to jail bids
+Broken dreams and promises fuel gang violence and
+Pigs always show up when the guns is done firing
+Another family crying, another funeral
+Another retaliation, another burial
+And that cycle gonna continue until you see the God in you
+Kings and queens of the earth with a lethal virtue
+Crack rocks shape the block like an earthquake do
+Drive-bys in the hood with the plates removed
+Bandanna gun handle for the flag you choose
+Putting they conscience to sleep when them hammers is used
+Penetrate the penitentiary swallowing balloons
+Poison the prison system crushed glass in your food
+
+[Hook: William Cooper]
+History repeats itself (The Cycle)
+Kids having kids killing kids (The Cycle)
+Drug addiction gettin’ passed down through the umbilical
+Until you wake up you’re just a slave to the cycle
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+You can hear the snatch of click like hollow tips when you fillin’ the clip
+Hundred dollar spliffs spillin’ the piff
+You don’t even get high anymore barely feelin’ the lift
+You need a whole fifth of whisky to drift
+Take it back to the cycle that twist (?)
+Like a python to eat itself to muffle it's hiss n a puddle of piss
+Self-destructive pitch drunk in the whip
+Jump the curb struck a bitch and hit her mother and her kid
+Ain’t nothing new under the solar system
+Cause even in the summer time the soul of the street is ice cold like winter
+Deep freeze like 40 below booze (?)
+And no more fights around here no more the shorty’s all shoot
+Three sixty round table
+Shot with a three-pound four Gs is piece and the cable (?)
+Different generation same shit though
+Same blood thirst, same ignorance
+Same motivation when the gun bursts
+[Hook: William Cooper]
+
+[Verse 3: Trife Diesel]
+It’s like a cycle
+Some will go home some will go witness
+Like somebody gotta lose in order for you to win
+You got your delicate predicate felons who couldn’t swim
+Got caught up in a tide now he’s facing a five to ten
+Try to game but who sayin’ bucks you slang dusk (?)*
+Now you came up get *
+You can’t trust niggas around who permanently press you
+These niggas bank for they colors but they don’t really rep you
+Hang you out to dry, got they crooked eyes all in your spot
+Airing out your dirty laundry now they all in your socks
+Wolves in sheep clothing, heat holding, calling the cops
+Got the police rolling out of (beats) controlling the block
+You was on top now you in a box caged in
+Through the years full of cheer now your world’s caved in
+Born and raised in a family of made * ??
+A cycle's still repeated at the day's end and grey jims (?)
+
+[Hook: William Cooper]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Apocalypse Now[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]
+Religion makes God the biggest reason for war
+Before money and the power
+Your hour of death was blessed a little more
+Rigor Mortis, bullets come like a killer chorus
+Humming songs to the afterlife like psycho artists
+My mind roams where the street’s heart is
+I give my life to my people till I end up in a stone garden
+Or hanged before I take a king’s pardon
+If the grounds keep it street style
+Will bet my the crowd it’s started
+My sick squadron raised in Hell’s cauldron
+In the belly of the beast where we’re murdering a pig sergeant
+Blue soldiers walk in red paths with death masks
+We’ll see it all in ceremony, massacres with bloodbaths
+As long as Apocalypse Now, surreal battles in the end of time
+Done Francis Coppola style
+Ain’t no other way of stopping this trial
+The dark only with the lights till my last breath
+I’m wiping 'em out
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+Stolen black American Express card, drop bombs with it
+God did it, here to blow up your fucking cars with it
+Life’s cheap over here, I go to sleep no problem
+After revolvers blow out what’s in between your ears
+Scream to your ancestors, I pray to energy in the shape of an AK-47
+Blam faster than hand-cannons
+Damned families curse armies, kidnap generals
+Watch 'em drown in the concrete
+Grim reaper with the street sweeper when I creep up
+Around the bend, found ten million in a green truck
+The war chest, more death, more murder, more meth
+More money, more weapons, more gangs, more sex
+Morphine, methadone, heroin, and Viacom
+Anti-brainwash, I leave the ground poured with riot cops
+Notorious, scandalous, keep on banging, bitch
+Ill Bill psycho-realm, Brooklyn to Los Angeles
+[Verse 3: Q-Unique]
+The ghetto bird flies over the depths of extremes in search of a fugitive
+Cornered with coke and burst into a shooting fit
+Q the urban guerilla trained in the (?) projects
+Heaven’s terrorist, forever your God gets bomb threats
+The face of the trifle spic, the brain of a rifle click
+The rain and the lightning split on the frame of a sniper’s spit
+The camouflage blam from the hands of God withstanding y’all
+To be in branded in the sand by the vandal squad
+I’m a freedom fighter with a weakness for Brazilian waxed putas
+The back of the botanica (?)
+They got the block taped off with no ways to escape or break off
+In a chase with the state porks have walked into a face-off
+Their eyes wide, they might try it
+Cut the gun and get their sides fired
+And if they’re gonna run they’re only gonna die tired
+Q-Unique the evil Anakin eyes bloodshot red
+Face your demise on the other side of my gunshot deadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Violent Times(Verse 1: Slaine)
+
+Oh I'm in love with the drugs, I'm in love with the women
+I've got "Drugs, Money, Sex." tattooed on my arm and I take it from coast to coast
+
+Yeah, this time is really rainin' on me, I've got no cover
+The only one who thinks I'm handsome is my own mother
+The street game is a bitch and I don't love her
+When you dope they jones so I keep my poems gutter
+I speak clearly into mics and I don't stutter
+These other clowns talk loud and they won't shut up
+I have declared war therefore from here on
+There ain't no army that can attack that I ain't prepared for
+I am in rare form, scarin' the norm
+All night long 'til I disappear in the dawn
+In between heaven and hell, my spirit is torn
+Between the Virgin Mary and fly hookers wearing a thong
+I'm on so many drugs that my eyes are blurry
+But they still can't hide or disguise my fury
+He who lives life slow will die in a hurry
+Live by the gun, you fire in a violent flurry
+
+(Chorus)
+
+We're livin' in a violent time and my eyes designed for crime
+We kill for a nickel or dime and there ain't no way you can vic me for mine cause I'm
+Livin' in a violent time and my eyes designed for crime
+We kill for a nickel or dime and there ain't no way you can vic me for mine
+(Verse 2: Sick Jacken)
+
+Well underground like the freedom movement
+See our car in the street, salute it
+These are bars from the psycho unit
+We stay strong despite the lack of union
+Cops throw us in the jail like the camps in Munich
+Exiled in the palace of the most polluted
+Fallen stars from ghetto spars and block shootings
+Another soldier taken away to stop you and us from improving
+It almost seems change is just an illusion
+I'm losing my life before my pride
+I'm a student of the revolution
+Put me in a noose if I'm a nuisance
+Give me a truce or get strong abuse from troops
+That wanna break loose from the force you're using
+We're rebelling in the form of music
+Speak truth and I hope you use it
+It's a sore world how Bush views it
+We gotta take the power back and get through this
+If not, there's no future for our kids, get to it
+
+(Chorus)
+
+(Verse 3: Ill Bill)
+It was the first robbery of 2006
+Banana clips, a couple cops got shot
+Listen to the sound of the police when the bullet rips through his knot
+You hear nothing, just another tear drop in the plot
+Another kid gets killed by a stray bullet
+Another grandmother cries in the pulpit
+It's bullshit, we need more justice of the people
+Yet we sell drugs even though we know it's evil
+It's a way lot more complicated than that
+And that's why half the projects gravitated to crack
+Nowdays the hustle game is all fucked up
+Have you up state, doing 15 years for nothing
+Not guilty were the first ones with good alibies
+Cops is pissed, they got the whole hood paralyzed
+Fuck all of y'all, prosecutors never can hurt me
+Cause I've got big retainers with the best attorneys
+
+(Chorus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Howie Made Me Do It[Hook: Steven King]
+
+I hear loud niggas talking but they don’t really want it
+My gauge’ll blow your motherfucking brains out
+Soon as you act retarded the gat’ll start sparking
+I’ll show you what my motherfucking name bout
+I’mma do what I gotta do, I ain’t taking no shorts
+And get away clean cause I paid off the courts
+It’s real, duke, I ain’t playing, this shit ain’t a game
+I’mma burn you to flames cause Howie made me do it
+
+[Verse 1: Steven King]
+
+It’s Steven King, I spit nothing but classics
+And it’s ill how I turn beef to nothing but caskets
+And your grill look like the Expedition done crashed it
+I’m like a bunny rabbit, I be taking your carats
+More money more drama, don’t make me catch an open case
+For opening your face, you’re soft like Hostess cake
+I wanna live fat, I gotta eat what Oprah ate
+So I hold niggas up with the one plus eight
+I’m the man of the year
+You so whack that niggas put their hands on their ears
+And tell you, “Shut the fuck up.”
+And the only dog that roll with you is on the Fedex truck
+Now here’s the score: ten-zip and I ain’t talking about the disc
+I’m talking about extended clips, smoking in expensive whips
+Four-four’s the end of shit, give you a Hell’s membership
+I been equipped, don’t ever forget it like elephants
+You violate I’ll put a hole in your melon
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
+
+You like a campfire, homes, I light you up with all types of guns
+The vampire, homes, I’m drinking all nine pints of blood
+Stop you in your tracks like clogged up syringes
+Destroy the evidence after I chopped up the witness
+A cheapskate, I keep my money locked up for interest
+Fuck the industry, y’all faggots make me not trust the business
+Ill Bill, right money make a murder make sense
+I make brains squirt out their heads right in front of their friends
+I ain’t a nice guy at all, dog, lifestyle raw y’all
+Sell drugs, tour, smoke nudies, and fuck whores
+Got black bitches with white eye shadow that like to swallow
+And white bitches that pop their pussies for Heineken bottles
+I’m a dirtbag with brand new sneakers, throwback over the Desert Eagle
+Blow your face off, leave you forever peaceful
+Like a newborn dead inside of a crib
+I cock back, empty Dessies in the side of your wig, faggot
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Syn Roc]
+
+Too hot, create semi caliber, I’mma cock it
+I treat your life like a cheque, homeboy I’mma dock it
+Call me a prophet, it’s guaranteed you all gonna bleed
+The murder game is a race and I’m taking the lead
+Fast and furious nigga like my gun got nitro
+Playing games like Tyco, mama told me I’m psycho
+And I believe her, now the clique running streets like cheetahs
+We’ll meet up and put holes all in your wifebeaters
+From BK to Queens we be pointing them things
+Have your Ecko shirt looking like some damaged jeans nigga
+It’s Syn Roc, the kid who got your grandpop shot
+Over a game of bingo, I take the cream out his socks
+In a cloud of weed is the place where you find me
+And I stole drink forties like I’m stuck in the 90’s
+Nigga I’m grimy, wilding on the alcho temp
+Try to front on me and get hit with sixteen clips
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 4: E-Dot]
+
+Alright ahk who wanna fuck round?
+It’s the Dot, you hear the pop nigga duck down
+? canuck, I’m repping cop killer Bucktown
+That good up in the backwood rough sound
+Begging for mercy talking about, “Alright. Enough now.”
+Hold up and y’all hammers bust pow
+Enough, get touched like ooh ah ow
+You suck, push your luck, get laid the fuck down
+Get bucked, I was a wild off the hook child
+Played tough plus steroids came in big viles
+Puff puff puff liked to buy weed in big pounds
+Crack that Dutch, I ain’t addicted I’m just in denial
+When I blow then I flow like the river Nile
+Find you anywhere like your cellphone, can you hear me now?
+Grab you by your hair and shake it till I tear it out
+I’m sorta like mildly retarded but very wild
+Cause Howie made me do it, stupidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+CorruptImmortal Technique's verse:
+
+You know when the cops are comin' to get ya
+Tryna' light you up quicker than Nikola Tesla
+Applying choke-holds like a professional wrestler
+And videotaping the protesters and hecklers
+I spit on you at the Diallo march, remember me?
+When New York City rose up as one entity
+(Ahhh) you hiding in helicopters and tanks
+And ICX towers in the streets like the West Bank
+Thanks for the reality check, so far...
+You been exposed as political Praetorian Guards
+So you can drive drunk, kill people and only do a year
+But soon dissidence to the system start to disappear
+And all sorts of governments crumble, so stay humble
+Violent lottery for the power ball that you fumbled
+And I don't hate you all but I'm sceptical of most of you
+Because the death of Posse Committals stands close to youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Secrets Worth Dying For[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+Live in the shadow of alien tribes with eyes the size of flying saucers
+Funeral assassins spraying automatics out of coffins
+Creeps with Lamas bogart like Feech LaManna
+? supreme Japanese piranhas freezing the spinal
+Draw, die first, Russian fanatics
+If sleep is the cousin of death then death is the cousin of sadness
+Murder’s the cousin of madness, love is the cousin of that bitch
+I smash shit, give me my money I’m anxious
+Crisp hundreds in the envelope, dookie on the ?
+Spit roughish with the hella flow, hootie on the blow
+Buy up arms, molotovs, Irish car bombs
+Wild out squads, I body those, nine in my palm
+Only the dead have seen the end of war
+We use the tools of vengeance
+Fuck interrogation room confessions
+Keep your mouth shut, I’d rather stay true to friendship
+And follow that rule until everything I knew has ended
+
+[Hook]
+I’m like a meteorite, I’m like graffiti you write
+If you knew the meaning of life amongst the greedy and trife
+Two hundred forty thousand miles of neural threads in the human brain
+Enough to stretch from planet Earth to the moon’s terrain
+All I need is nine millimeters to think
+I put it in perfect perspective so that people can take
+Time to digest my thoughts, connect to receiver
+Slice heads with swords drench you with ether
+[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
+Maybe you been handed yourself one of them first class tickets to the resurrection
+Religious symbolism, the diamonds witness perfection
+Shocking and horrific monstrosity
+Monolithic iconic I’m scientific
+Like that runaway satellite that crashed to the Earth
+The one they didn’t tell us about, our planet is cursed
+Ever since the mysteries of the pyramids
+My fingerprints, DNA, retinal scans experience
+Have been most helpful, navigated through the dead pool
+But told you about them guys with eyes like head wounds
+Biokinetic ooze they drool
+You read about them in these books you didn’t get from school
+This is not an exercise, this is fullblown thermonuclear war
+Get your radiation suits on, we shooters and more
+We the most vocal outerspace post-global
+Fifty years ago I wrote quotables now I accept the Nobel
+
+[Verse 3: Chace Infinite]
+While ministers hope and cover the truth from the populous
+I resurrect the light down and save this metropolis
+Where cops are just looking for ops to rob us and set us up
+It’s second nature in the streets of America
+Where devils have us incarcerated like savage animals
+At the hands of a system designed to kill us
+They plan to do damage with psychological tools more than banana clips
+Something simple like making cannibalism glamorous
+Cult symbols hidden inside of movies behind the crucifix
+Lucifer’s influence is evident in numerous
+Everyday objects, the dollar bill, CBS
+The gleaming eye of Horus big brother watching your every step
+Moving up the ladder with Jacob until you break your neck
+We ain’t concerned with who’s a Mason, we facing death
+Nigga we all masons, bricks working to cheques
+Paranoid leaders singing orders through a text
+Skull and Bones terror bomb symbolize death
+Fists symbolize powers, hands symbolize sex
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dinner Plate[Intro/Chorus: ILL Bill]
+Yo! We watch empires disintegrate
+Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate
+We watch palaces burn
+And either they caskets get turned to ashes or urns, word
+We watch empires disintegrate
+Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate
+
+[Verse 1: Lord Goat]
+You talkin’ to pigs like Ramzi Yousef
+[Andy pinch and smash your bricks like a Supplex]
+Fuck sleepin’ where the food kept
+A Chevy Dooley over your head, magic when I two-step
+Ash your blunts out the moon deck
+My crew is lookin’ for who’s next
+Crip walkin’ on four blotters, we war mongers
+Thor’s hammer, any blood shakes and sippin’ quarts of vodka
+I’m like (Bloca) from Taxi pickin’ up papi
+Pappy Mason haircut now lookin’ like Gus Farace
+Coby sweaters my builders like the Gobi Desert
+The rabbi’s clean, the bullet is your only merit
+Killers like Tom Skerritt, perfect aesthetic
+Sergio Tacchini, cinderblock pot, they call me [Gofelini]
+Set my sights, catchin’ brain on transatlantic flights
+We don’t pay the price, I’ll [peed] a grand with a bag of knives
+Sellin’ white to fiends, her teeth lookin’ like a pair of dice
+Or a soft ice, like angels we keep it on the bikes
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+Yo! Stand-up guys like [Carmine Vegusa]
+Violate a funeral and cut out the eyes of Medusa
+No Satan this a rise, Columbine the future
+Low maintenance crimes we drive by and shoot ya
+My silencers are bigger than your pistols
+Ultimate salesman I have you twisted into crystal
+In other words wavier than graveyard
+Brooklyn we play hard, bullet in the brain, god
+Spit fire like a Dragon but went back to heaven
+Either that or [upholding] the black Mac-11
+Sparkle in the sunshine, you don’t wanna play
+Not to mention that this [vodka] can hit you from a block away
+Illest Billest blast with the [Philly Stealer mask]
+Kill ‘em, kill ‘em fast, [soul-sinner killed the crash]
+Organized crime, nah pistol in the grass
+Hit ‘em in they headpiece, hit ‘em in their ass
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+We watch empires disintegrate
+Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate
+We watch palaces burn
+And either they caskets get turned to ashes or urns, word
+
+[Verse 3: Recognize Ali]
+Yeah! I’ma squeeze until the metal fire
+Kiss the chrome on my [dome] it’s the ghetto sire
+Wipe ya whole city like a genocider
+I walk the chambers of hell to sell the Devil fire
+Facts, I highly doubt it that you want the smoke (Nah)
+The fiends stay in line, shit they want this coke
+I tell ‘em, where I’m from I’m the fuckin’ GOAT
+Bring the noise, I let the drum [?]
+Supreme overlord, still rockin’ [govalore]
+Captain of the ‘Gnac, I throw suckers overboard
+These rats find theyselves in a cobra jaw
+The illest, I’m top two nigga, overall
+Machete fire like a drone, homes
+Choppin’ niggas up ‘til they bones show
+Four of the best cheffin’ up like a dope dealer
+Rec, Lord Goat, JR and the Cult Leader
+[Verse 4: Jay Royale]
+I got my groove back movin’ packs where they shoot at
+Side orders for the high water like some new slacks
+True facts new jacks get tossed off the side of bridges
+I got ‘em with me tucked inside my breeches
+Niggas can start beef [the grape on my clip]
+I be in the Marquees, in a heartbeat
+Sucker-punch your fronts into [forced teeth]
+Top rhymer, spark support like a Rottweiler
+Megatron quick to flex the arms like [Sky Steiner]
+Big copper pump blicks out the trunk
+The .40cal growl where empty clips when I dump
+Hardest in the block, no we supplied it by spinnin’ blot
+[Imp] and dots cover your body like it was chicken pox
+Whole team comin’ gun-and-runnin’ ya jaw bone
+Same shit we pumpin’, niggas dumpin' in Raw cones
+Pitbull trait, catch a rager to the face
+Catch me movin’ up and down the interstate tuckin’ dinner plates
+Hah
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+We watch empires disintegrate
+Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate
+We watch palaces burn
+And either they caskets get turned to ashes or urns, wordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+2013[Verse]
+A close encounter of the Fourth Kind
+Alien abductions, suction cups, puncture and fuck
+Rape, rupture and suck, clusters of pumps
+Constant transfusions suction the puss
+Lucid autopsies that dwarf Nazis, functions erupt
+Cold War between the Devil and does God exist?
+No Geneva Convention politics
+Just tractor beams and Elohim fatherships
+Ever since they discovered 51
+Taking ten of us for every one of them
+Some are never heard from again
+Some returned retarded, others programmed with propaganda
+Honored doctors find most of their orifices tampered and soldered
+Vital organs randomly removed, replaced by those of animals
+In some rare cases diseases like AIDS and cancer are cured
+The planet’s still doomed, modern man is a fool
+They plan to hit the ship floating over Iran with a nuke
+After 2012 came and passed, the motherships arrived
+In 2013 and publicly entered the world scene
+I talked about this ten years ago on Non Phixion songs
+Now strapped onto a table being operated on
+By numerous species of various extraterrestrial feces
+Transcending beyond existing theses
+No anesthesia, screaming “Please kill me, read me Revelation 7:17”
+The Lamb of God shall be the shepherd of the throne of Elohim
+Why did you piss them off? Primitive and coarse
+Reverse-engineering built those space shuttles lifting off
+Stolen recipes, stealth weaponry, stop rivals
+Alien fibers that resemble the mind of H.R. Giger
+Like a Dr. York R&B ballad
+Unexplainable like two planes colliding with three towersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Only Built 4 Gucci Drip[Verse 1: Lord Goat]
+Exotic crops, in [powder] from Fiji
+[Vokin] top-hats and a pop-off like ecstasy from Houdini
+Got that Ally Sheedy
+Selling ziti out the twenty-eight
+All fiends on Farragut seek out [Furicis]
+Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede
+A slave in a cage, numerous hustles
+Keep ‘em sedated, I stay paid
+Satyricon gimmicks and [carpeter] lyrics
+Hard like scords are Hasidic's
+After [chavas] but before business
+[Kid is in lines I'm with Donald Goines, it's a crime]
+We’re abortions that survived, takin’ portions of ya spine
+Stay unlawful ‘til we die, [upper church] stay high
+Let the reverend run up a tab ten bundles and eight pies
+Heist of the century, sellin’ ice out the Chevy like Garfield
+Except I bake pies with [lasagna and raw penny]
+Monsters and rock, sniffin’ Panama, catch a vacant stare
+Lost in the haze catch a taste like Jamaican Air
+
+[Verse 2: CRIMEAPPLE]
+I got demons that will never die
+I’m bumpin’ Rakim Allah in the ride
+You the type to see the guy’s who tuck your weiney between your thighs, I couldn’t empathize
+How I feel inside, only the Lord knows, was born broke
+Willing to kick a chair from under a secure rope
+Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo
+You might see me fighting my bored out Bordeaux
+With a freak who take molly through a corn hole
+Opportunist - In a Jag dressed like Dr.Loomis, movin’
+That little bullshit you guys been doin’ it is not amusin’
+[Papi cupe] (woah) piss on your lawn with drawn armory
+I grew up around medicine men, no Sean Connery
+I saw that the Fuzz was onto me, and then I paid for the face-lift
+Now my pain is where the steak sit
+I get fellated in a space ships, face it
+You and your man split a twelve-pack and kick it
+Talkin’ about how you almost did it, but reality is frigid (Almost)
+Similar to the blood givin’ my brain oxygen
+And I ain’t stoppin’ until your whole block look communist
+Until SWAT ain’t knockin’ and walkin’ away is not permitted
+Fuck swimmin’, I got some cement loafers you can fit in
+You trippin’, fibbin’ all of your lyrics so you really penny-pinchin’
+I’m getting’ it with Non Phixion and my pen is ridiculous
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+Walk out of the choir with a big stick
+[Grimy waiter] with a big dick
+Big money clip big drip
+Big swammy and a big clip
+Big family and a big clip
+Que yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit
+Real bloods, real clips, real demons, real lit
+We the top, yo these guys
+[Speed races] ride
+Spin the block, east side
+Hit the opps, three times
+[?]
+Thotty give me [head and fist] and that's obituary
+[Joosy] kids choose Uzi's with [Ruby Ridge tutelage]
+Shooters that do the brutalest [dude] there is
+Oodles and shoes and pills [?]
+Ludes and [?]
+Cougars with pierced pussy lips
+Only built for Gucci dripEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Superb Clientele[Intro: Sopranos]
+Saint Peter, my family’s saint. Now as that card burns so may your soul burn in Hell if you betray your friends or the family
+Now rub your hands together like this, and repeat after me:
+May I burn in Hell (May I burn in Hell) if I betray my friends
+(if I betray my friends) -- Congratulations
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Yo! Caveman versus astronauts, shooters of chrome
+Versus computers and drones, drop the addy, Uzi’s explode
+They overturned a cop car
+Hit the precinct with the rocket launcher
+Heroin everywhere, thеse streets is like a poppy orchard
+Like thе Middle East, purple [limousine] sherm and the weed
+Burners with beams, murder supreme – Oh! (Murder Supreme!)
+Superb clientele, [my swerve I excel] (Yeah!)
+Young Gene Simmons by himself 'til I arrive in hell (Yes!)
+I don’t drive well
+The cars mines throw the threaded barrel pokin’ out the back windows mine as well
+So apart from the fire [upon] entry, I’m ignorant, I’m Illmatic
+I’m infinite, I can chop you [a shotty]
+Or chop it up about the [Anunnaki]
+Yin and Yang my shooters spin and bang like Canarsie
+Clap hammers, spot a round in the [Benz floor seat]
+Bandana tied around my leg like [Joe] (Let’s talk to ‘em!)
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+Superb clientele,  murder die and kill
+Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill
+Or better yet twirl like a  hollow shell
+Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+A legacy of legendary legends
+The very essence of every death-wish
+[Eshered] every sentence
+You can feel it in the air, it’s a heavy presence
+It’s everywhere, effervescence [?] your senses
+It’s hard to tell if that’s the beginning or what the end is
+[Credit get offenders, while the Devil be tremendous]
+The glyphs [?] thirty shots, enough to end this
+A whole lotta gang shit going on, it’s endless
+Don’t take a [ballad drip] bandanas wrapped around banana clips
+Choppers chop you in half like a banana split
+Iced out medallions, rocked up with lottsa [diamonds]
+Shot a guy in the eye with the nine [fizzy] just for smilin’
+Jump the [glizzy] inside the ride while the driver drivin’
+Send five shots twirlin’ at you [that’s surviving]
+Tuck the llama inside her panties next to her poonani
+Send five shots twirlin’ everybody dyin’
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+Superb clientele,  murder die and kill
+Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill
+Or better yet twirl like a  hollow shell
+Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell
+
+[Outro: Nems]
+Say goodbye! ILL Bill the motherfuckin’ legend
+Non-Phixion, La Coka Nostra, Heavy Metal Kings, Gorilla Twins
+Pay Homage! That man be givin’ you fire for over two decades
+When you see ILL Bill, salute that motherfucker, stupid!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Feed of the Morning[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Bandanas and barrels
+Gladiators, cowboys with Rugers
+Paranoid shooters
+Caucasoid mutants with Uzis
+Die in action with the eye-patch and eyeglass, then my assassins rhyme ratchet  without sirens and the badges ?)
+Read the signs of a savage
+Aligned to the tragic
+Put cyanide in your sandwich
+Cause a riot on your campus
+Fist of fury when the crystal blurry, catch a pistol, hurry
+Fuck quantum physics and theory we minds is fucking for-really
+Dust the ganja and philly’s with Russian mafia villains
+(? Right into to the Kremlin ?)
+Coke'll take you right into the emblem
+We the righteous to rebel, yet when we strike it then we tell them
+Drop your swords or we’ll be forced to leave you lifeless and dismembered
+Satanic messages spoken loudly with intros
+Automatic weapons is pokin’ out of my tinted windows
+Jack Daniels with some coke and some lime
+My rituals are older than time, it’s spoken in rhyme
+
+[Hook: Jise One] (x2)
+Who’s hungry let’s eat
+Break bread pass it down chew the food then breath
+And that’s the feed of the morning (who’s thirsty)
+And that’s the feed of the morning
+[Verse 2: Jise One]
+Talk shit, breathe, and live with conviction
+Lancer, dissident, reminiscing at the friction between love and hate
+The gate oppression
+The infestation of injustice
+The blind accustoms between religion and state
+The poisonous cake that we possess with the desire to overindulge
+She’s fine, the mirror's sneaky, consults the ass and titties should be more bulge
+The frivolous search for the fountain of youth
+Constrain the beat of a pulse to a pulp
+Pockets choke dream's croak
+The question of life’s purpose decided by desire
+They call it peace of mind
+Distracted by greed
+Envious deeds, self sympathy and foolish pride
+We plead with God to survive
+We're side by side ourselves
+To coincide with our old lives
+Ride the tide ‘til it concedes, concede in to all the demons inside
+
+[Hook: Jise One] (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Broken Pieces(Chorus)
+When your dreams are broken pieces
+The world can be a cold and cruel place
+
+(Verse 1: ILL Bill)
+Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
+Skinny waist, fat ass, pretty face, evil mouth
+Hollywood, partied with fake thugs, posers, and coke-heads
+Her uncle was the ex-drummer from Guns N' Roses
+Met her over Joey Silvera's house, a party girl
+She was 19 and happy that her parents finally let her out
+Three abortions, two from the same boyfriend
+The third one during an orgy, might have been Sean Penn's
+Yeah, I put it in her mouth once and we remained friends
+Seen her out at the clubs now and again, the same shit
+The same sneaky crowd, same cocaine, same tits
+Same dreams about becoming a star and making the flicks
+Played a hooker on Entourage, swore she made it
+Made friends with the wrong crowd, got played quick
+Took the first sniff of that gray shit then ate dick
+Dummy ate her first syringe was never the same since, listen
+
+(Chorus X2)
+
+(Verse 2: Jeru The Damaja)
+Check it out, he a self proclaimed thug but the kid could rap
+His idol was 2Pac, he always wanted to act
+Portrayed a thug on the silver screen
+Showed Hollywood the block, just had the rock, just one last scheme
+With this move he financed a demo
+Planned to vic a spot, they mixed coke with other chemicals
+His team the neighborhood criminals
+I guess they missed the truth about birds of a feather and fools
+Part of the plot, nobody move but motherfuckers still get shot
+Grab the shit and head back to the block
+He ain't know a witness seen him come and go from both the rooftops
+First, they murked his moms and his pops
+Then his girl and her seed
+Slit her throat then filled the kid with shots
+Paramedics did what they could
+RIP: another mural on a wall in the hood
+(Chorus X2)
+
+(Verse 3: Slaine)
+When you were younger, under your bed there was a monster
+Between your legs where he wants you he haunts you
+Still to this day, you got little to say
+'Bout the nightmares you kept that had you widdled away
+There's a little girl, a victim who's a diddler's prey
+But you shut up, now you grown up, all fucked up
+? tongue slipping through your heart
+Nowadays the same stuff's ripping you apart
+You're 26, trying to get rich quick
+High heels, lipstick, sliding down poles
+They don't call you Miss now, they call you "this bitch"
+That bitch bend over backwards
+Throw a dollar at you and that's it
+You've been bruised and scraped, abused and raped
+And so drained from cocaine and dudes and snakes
+If somebody had to walk a day inside your shoes they'd shake
+It's like you never had a chance to choose your fate, wait
+
+(Chorus X2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Call the Coroner[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+They'll kill you in front of your kids eyes with big smiles
+And Sig Sauers, chop you up and dip you in the sweet and sour
+A chessboard of espionage and death squads
+Men of God stay ahead of the curve, [fin extra sharp]
+Mistaken identity, machete massacres
+Crazy Eddie logos printed on bags of dust
+Mafia christenings, kiss the ring, wish the pistol sing
+Like Smokey Robinson when they split your wig
+Muscle em the same snub Draco on the threaded barrel
+Flaming serrated arrows, slay the eight-headеd Pharaoh
+A hundred plagues God conducts like an orchеstra
+A hundred AK’s in the trunk of the Porsche truck
+Legends never die and the law’s corrupt
+Bosses up, sweat and tears are not enough, this cost us blood
+All missiles, pistol boom, make your jaw bristle
+Whistle through a hole in the door and make the wall sizzle
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
+Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
+Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
+Make that shotty talk back, fill your coffin up
+
+[Verse 2: Slaine]
+There’s blood on his hands, this wasn’t the plan
+When he got into his cousin’s Sedan
+Hot as an oven one summer AM, Summer of Sam
+Still buzzing, told his cousin 'circle back around the hover and scram'
+"Got a problem with my broad" he said
+"Think she’s involved with Fat Paul
+I just wanna see if her car’s there
+And that’s all", that’s what he said, that was his intent
+But he saw her car in the driveway, his vision bent sideways
+Grabbed the Louisville out the foreign car
+Dipped into the backyard where he saw the door ajar, popped in
+I’m warning y’all, one day in Florida
+Caught him in the act, someone call the coroner
+You say a sudden reaction
+A Tuesday’s love and attachment
+Can shift into a backspin
+The Wednesday’s fatal attraction
+He did it with a baseball bat
+And that’s the way that it happened
+[Verse 3: Little Vic]
+Crazy as a fox is, bathrobes and boxers for the awkward boss
+[Who mumble jewels] and acts confused during walk-and-talks
+Bury these fed wasps and one to bred [WAPs] under bedrock
+Got guys like Fred and Bonnie in a headlock (Fuck over here)	
+Hell’s Angels [heaven’s deeming the seven seas]
+[Where I’ve scattered a dismembered for the Genevieves]
+Phone loaded with selfies, the feds listen on it
+So I bury electronics like the clip was Amish
+Vic the Godless, chicks have uttered the dick’s demonic
+I stick her on it, her neck spinning, pupils switch to Onyx
+Bacdafucup, my lineage just to list the convicts
+Grandfather was rocking with Nixonomics
+Avoid data from boys blabber and take your man and beat the ‘Roids out of him, move like Floyd Patterson
+It’s Little Vic, Slaine and ILL Bill, take a chill pill
+They got me hooked back then and they still will
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
+Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
+Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
+Make that shotty talk back, fill your coffin upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Run for Your Life ’94[Ill Bill]
+I'm coming out from inside the walls like asbestos
+A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most expected
+I yank kids on there own bloods when the monster
+I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counsellors
+I'm analyzing bio-rhythms, leaving my victims with incisions
+My sensory sees catastrophic visions
+Over the image of Jehovah I burn sulphur
+In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer
+Then I twist facial features like Rocky Dennis, when I menace
+It's horrendous, my bloody appetite's tremendous
+Enormous, watch the metamorphosis, stickin' snitches through orifices
+Remorseless are my thoughts, when I cut your corpse
+I dabble in the arts that are forbidden
+Leaving carcasses after carcass, maggots within regardless
+I'm a psychopathologist, pathologically I exist
+Infamous, but with a twist
+
+[Chorus: repeat 16X]
+Run for your life
+
+[Ill Bill]
+Reports provided by department of forensics
+Reveal nothing reminiscent murder on these premises
+The only evidence being the body
+No fingerprints or murder weapons located
+But still they follow me
+Constantly I'm under surveillance
+Numerous, federal agencies provide the whole police their interference
+So now there's all types of pigs bleeding hemoglobin
+Left in my place and frozen solid from head to their toes and
+Pieces of people I take and then I reanimate
+Beyond the gates, I can see the bloody face of Sharon Tate
+I make you submit when I dominate
+Nothing you could ever do can restrain my campaign of hate
+I measure my pleasure by the amount of pain
+I inflict during your torture, officer I make you suffer
+So listen
+I'm giving you five minutes to flee
+Here's a butcher knife
+Motherfucker, run for your life!
+[Chorus]
+
+[Ill Bill]
+I vaccinate sockets with lip bloods, like if I was to flip once
+I snag a body bag them dirty fucking cunts
+Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular - look around
+Shits getting uglier and uglier
+Spinning' within my hyperbaric chamber
+Nothing short of a bloody rusty razor
+Fingerprinting could stop my behaviour
+Generally, and federally
+Etcetera, etcetera, shooting Storm Troopers like dead era
+I emphasize like emphysema
+Every word I speak creeps up in your bloodstream like Leukemia
+I instigate mutilation
+Under federal investigation escaping police stations
+Taking all types of narcotics made to enhance my optics
+Unlocking consciousness when I pop acid trips
+And want to kill the pigs (here piggy piggy, here piggy piggy)
+Unlocking consciousness to let the razor rip open my wrist
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+License to ILLI landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter
+Draggin the pilot by his jaw
+Used his body to break the fall
+He died on impact, blood splattered his back was broken
+Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was swollen
+
+Get your ass up and lets get ill
+Get your ass up and lets get ill
+Get your ass up and lets get ill
+Get your ass up and lets get ill
+
+I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter
+Draggin the pilot by his jaw
+I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter
+Draggin the pilot by his jaw
+Used his body to break the fall
+He died on impact, blood splattered his back was broken
+Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was swollen
+Cia assasin turncoat, burnin toke it serve coke
+The worst, loke the fuck out we burst chrome
+Double agent CIA merk both sides, and low ride
+I'm so high, I can touch the sky
+Fuck wit mine you get your head, bust wit 9's
+Splattered like 10 pump out of our bathroom floors
+Blast you whores, the dead mans the last who draws
+I be the first one to let off
+Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off
+Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off
+Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off
+Like guillotenes I eat dog
+Like the phillipeans through leg work I creep dog
+Like a millipede, it's military 9 millimeter's pop off
+9 millimeters that wave to your dome will drop off
+A hollow tip package, slit cabbage
+Get your wig handed to the coroner and examine
+Life is for real, I deal wit the license to Ill Ill
+It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and the license to Ill
+[Hook]
+
+Get your ass up and lets get ill
+Ill Bill wit a rifle, and the license to Ill
+I seen the president get shot at point blank range
+Slipped thousands of people drinks and made em act strange
+Had my gat in a hollowed out book in the last page
+Silliowetter and dessert eagle to splash brains
+I'm in the fast lane with cats that high-jack planes
+Murderous wit terrorists they know what cash means
+I'm sellin candy to these billion dollor crack feinds
+Dont even ask me what my path be
+Run up on your family wit a gat blastin
+Top of the pile, rockin like nigel withal
+I turn you out like a virgin wit a cock in ya mouth
+Wit a gun to ya head, they find you ina trunk of a benz
+Chopped into thousands of little pieces next to one of your freinds
+America pimp, my first ho was a married bitch
+Now I'm pimpen the first ammendment like larry flint
+A true hustla wit a license to kill
+It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and a license to ill
+
+[Hook] - continues until endEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shoot First, Die Later[Intro]
+I live for the power surge of playing God, having the power of life and death in my hands
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill]
+Yo! -- My AK got a body, my Uzi got two bodies homie
+(Virgins are holders and llamas??) and two shotties
+My Desert Eagles what I used to teach my daughter to shoot
+So blow off your fuckin’ (moss) and turn your dick into soup
+Listen, fucko – I don’t trust nah none of y’all
+You stay on the block, I be out on another tour
+Here we go, here we, here we go, it's stereo
+Keep the black Mac-11 tucked everywhere we go
+
+[Verse 1: Lord Goat]
+I spit decrepit, I'm a metal legend, you're a bitch infection
+I'm young Satan in the mirror, check for my reflection
+I grow indoors, got the Porsche with graffiti walls
+Dom Deloise bags imported like Boston George
+Rocky dentist, lots of shots got your face dripping
+I'm not a rapper, just a killer who fillets his victims
+Get that brown matza from Sri Lanka, (needed the panca)
+We rock stars heavy metal killers move hot cars
+
+[Interlude]
+Killings, stabbings, beatings, drive-by shootings, revenge killings, at one point, uhm, you amputate the arms of a rival gang member. Explain that to me
+[Hook: ILL Bill]
+My AK got a body, my Uzi got two bodies homie
+(Virgins are holders and llamas??) and two shotties
+My Desert Eagles what I used to teach my daughter to shoot
+So blow off your fuckin’ (moss) and turn your dick into soup
+Listen, fucko – I don’t trust nah none of y’all
+You stay on the block, I be out on another tour
+Here we go, here we, here we go, it's stereo
+Keep the black Mac-11 tucked everywhere we go
+Braap!
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I'm not just a shooter President, I'm a client
+Screaming horror like (Tom A Rye) in a zombie riot
+Try and clash with my assassin’s die a praxis, eyepatches and armed ratches in drive-by’s blasting
+Wider than the flash (?) during crimes of passion
+Smile and laugh like Berkotiwz with the eyes of Manson
+Nah I’m really Pistolero, Billy Bolero
+Give me dinero, since they put sick in Billy don’t be a heroEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Green Lantern FreestyleAyo I plan to be a billionaire, God forgive me for my evil
+For doing really fucked up things to good people
+I rob a rich man, try to make the world equal
+To buy my moms a crib dog, I’m down to hurt people
+I got ten pounds of shrooms on my kitchen table
+Just sniffed an eight ball out my bitch’s navel
+Satellite dish, watch the Exorcist on cable
+Compare what I do to the evil that they do
+I save you like Jesus and them latter-day saints, splatter their brains
+Take their platinum chains and their Charlie Brown leather straight
+Let me get that, Psychological Records death rap
+Necrodamus make the best tracks
+My music make you want to sell crack
+I turn invisible and breeze through
+I rob drug dealers just like DT’s do
+And body DT’s same as drug dealers do
+So fuck feeling you, I’d rather bust three in you
+Exploding school buses, Jews, Muslims, Christians
+What the fuck’s the difference? We all want money, drugs, and bitches
+Let’s keep it real, even television’s a drug
+If weed is a drug a Green Lantern CD is a drug
+I speaks in tongues, my peeps is all thieves and thugs
+Creeps with guns, Crips, Latin Kings, and Bloods
+We generous with the heat but we cheap with love
+Arrest me? Never that, the police is dumb
+I was born to die, walk around high
+This piece of shit planet got my mind designed to rhyme about the madness
+Closed caskets, prostitutes and crack heads
+We battle much, respect the cash gets, been a savage ever since
+Read a lot of books, threw a lot of right hooks, stuck up a lot of crooks
+I represent Brooklyn when I’m out the hood
+Now the whole world’s captivated, gang related
+See me in my video being assassinated
+I’m like the seventies when everybody sniff coke
+Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
+Why I’m so fucked up only my shrink knows
+Dr. Tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
+I’ve seen it all in my short life, me and my peeps is all trife
+If we ain’t sticking your moms then we fucking your wife
+If it ain’t weed in my blunts then there’s dust in my pipe
+If it ain’t slugs in my guns then there’s blood on my knife
+I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
+Ill Bill motherfucker make you jump in a fight
+This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
+Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you writeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heavy Metal Kings[Vinnie Paz/Louie Dogs]
+I murder you and laugh
+I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path
+You a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half
+You a heathan that rely on the beast
+I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest
+I shine over beats
+A motherfuckin' beast on the mic
+I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like
+I bleed in a fight, Vinnie like the taste of his blood
+And I'll open up your stomach like the case of a slug
+I'm faithful to drugs, puttin' metal plates in your mug
+Dump your body in the motherfuckin' lake in a rug
+Face in the mud, y'all create the facade
+That my people have exterminated faith in they god
+Patience is hard, cousin, but it pays to be calm
+Go to war for anybody who embraces Islam
+I'm gracious and warm, ready for the place in the war
+And I'm ready to smash your motherfuckin' face in the floor
+
+[Chorus]
+We got that gangster gangster shit
+We got that murder murder shit
+You talk that gangster gangster shit
+We live that murder murder shit
+[Ill Bill]
+Without order nothing exists, without chaos nothing evolves
+Now get on your knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth
+I'm a slayer album personified, Holocaust, Columbine
+Middle Passage, Israel versus Palestine
+It's the cult leader drink your cool-Aid
+Roll with the doctors that produce AIDS
+I open my mouth, I shoot flames
+The freedom fighter that got the whole world terrified
+Ill Bill, human manifestation of genocide
+Stand amongst Grammy winning grimy nose candy sniffers
+Blast the black metal at you like Danny Lilker
+It's impossible to escape my matrix of hate
+I'll make a good girl a cum dumpster sayin' don't wait
+Set the razors to AKs and turn razors to grapes
+Turn blood into wine with an insatiable taste
+Drink from the goblet of gore, vomitting porn
+Sodom and Gomorrah back to Canarsie New York
+
+[Chorus]
+[Vinnie Paz/Louie Dogs]
+You don't know about the gospel of Judas
+About the information found in the Galapagos Ruins
+How the warriors would sharpen they blades
+How if they government wanted to they could cure you of AIDS
+We the equivalent of fire and ice
+The equivalent of a prisoner who die for his rights
+I'm lyin' to Christ, put your fuckin' spine in a vice
+I'm like Trump in the Apprentice, only fire at night
+I'm dyin' to fight, slap you five and put ten in you
+Louie Dogs, a fuckin' genocide general
+So I say fuck the CIA and they plan
+Get me outta here I'd rather fuckin' stay in Iran
+I'll run up on you with grenades in my hand
+If you fuckin' round with Bill or try to hate on my fam
+It's the dichotomy of hatred in man
+If you ever even think of tryin' to play me then blam
+Blap bap
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ricky KassoFirst time I did acid was in Flatbush, Brooklyn
+East Flatbush to be exact
+If you looking for accuracy, fuck you shackles, I'm free
+Thank You LSD and mushroom fragments in tea
+Watching Yellow Submarine and laughing at Blue Meanies
+The true meaning
+Open the door and walk through the ceiling
+The Matrix is gone, I view clearly
+Realizing "Society Is Brainwashed" is a brutal feeling
+Finally see who's really the truth and who's the demon
+Who's still sleeping in the womb dreaming? Who's scheming?
+Who's smoking angel dust with Rick and Russell?
+Who's equipped to hustle?
+Who's the one that always thinks first and who's the muscle?
+Who's the Bible burner?
+Did that guy that wrote Fight Club realize that
+'Tyler Durden' rhymes with 'violent murder'?
+Sometimes I gotta
+Rethink my strategy
+Rethink reality
+Rethink sanity
+
+Rethink my strategy
+Rethink reality
+Rethink sanity
+Rethink my strategy
+Rethink reality
+Rethink sanityEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Most Sadistic[Verse 1: Necro]
+Dancing on your grave like Baryshnikov, I'll rip you off
+Leave you in the desert till the vultures strip your corpse
+Then rape your fucking wife until my dick is soft
+Till the flesh is peeling off, I'm a devil concealed in cloth
+Walk, walk, or get stabbed with a fork
+You got a hole in your stomach
+So plug it up with a cork, you dork
+Lots of blood loss, Red Cross
+Couldn't help your dead boss, cut his head off
+Brutal; sadistic - the only way
+I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered
+And my bones decay
+A rap legend - to the aggressionary session
+My inventions of tension and powerful progression
+It's time - for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
+Hit your mind like consuming strychnine
+For all the shells, clips and Glocks
+You stepping to me with a weapon
+You'll be repping your clique in a box
+
+[Chorus: Necro]
+The most sadistic, you think not?
+You might get shot, put ‘em in a plot
+We ain't playing - We ain't rhyming for nothing
+Yo this shit is our life, so lemme tell you something
+If you ever diss me I'mma bring it to you
+Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
+Now say violence! (violence) Death! (death)
+Yo there ain't nothing left to say, this shit's fresh
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I'll kill, you could be my latest victim
+I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it
+Piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it
+Fucking maggot! You probably fucked a hundred faggots
+You're a gay thug that love jail and love getting your ass ripped
+Come around here acting hardcore, you never did dirt
+You gonna get yourself hurt, pull up your pink skirt
+Your pink panties, get your wig damaged
+Go eat a dick sandwich, I can't stand this motherfucker
+Make this bitch vanish from the planet
+I'll hit you like a ton of granite
+Get your blood splattered, face bashed in, you can't win
+I'll stab you in the head with shish kebab sticks
+While watching mob flicks, nasty like armpits
+When I be sucking on your mom's tits
+She's my bitch, she on my dick
+Tell that trick to stop calling my crib
+Why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch?
+Smoking green clove, walking around town flossing the free clothes
+Doper than Special K exploding in a fiend's nose
+
+[Chorus: Necro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Giants Stadium[Ill Bill]
+Live at Giants Stadium with Ghostface & Van Halen
+Cypress Hill & AC/DC too
+Sarah Palin is a Wu-Tang fan, she was chillin with Diddy
+During Motherless Child she wild out and showed us her titties
+Sign of the black mark, digital triple six cash cards
+Devils clashing with ansars, bitches grabbing they tampons
+I have to thank God for the places he put me
+Or rather for hip-hop, and the places it took me
+Aim at the game, hit the scoreboard with the sawed-off, the warlord
+Trying to recite what I write, could cause your jaw to fall off
+Flow is unique speak to the people, my flow is the street
+Words are the traffic lights and my soul is the beat
+My discipline is like walking on hot coals with the feet
+My confidence is like what you feel when you holding the heat
+But you don't need ratchets to validate the fact that you great
+But watch your mouth, I'm old school, you'll get cracked in the face
+In Farragut Road, trapped in the cold
+My fingers numb from bagging up coke, stranded on the planet of chrome
+In the jungle where the cannibals roam
+Smashing with ratchets at your dome
+Creeping up amongst assassins of the soul
+
+[Q-Unique]
+I'm a Brooklyn beast bringing honor amongst crooks and thieves
+Fill the bong and let's cook these trees
+Hear the words of a murder fanatic, blasting with the black ratchet
+I'm a burner mechanic
+I'm here with Howie's nephew, together we connecting the dots
+We at Giants Stadium in the executive box
+In the constellation of rappers I'm the top stars
+Superbad, McLovin, shooting the cop's car
+And yeah we all loading the clip and feeling the heat
+But nah y'all ain't killing the street like Ill and Unique
+Spit venomous shit like a coiled snake king
+And grab the cash in your safe behind the oil painting
+Running through New York's major blocks blazing Glocks
+And Decepticons lasers pop at Megan Fox
+It's the Fox 5 Newsroom where my sanity dies
+Cause I get more truth out of watching Family Guy
+The black Yankee fitted over the black do-rag
+The black banana clip thrown in the black schoolbag
+My memories of Lafayette High
+When I walked between the Coney Island thugs and the Mafia tiesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Street Villains FreestyleI'm surrounded by hatred and lust
+Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
+Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns
+Lace you with drugs
+Murderous cyborgs, disguised as blind men with guide-dogs
+Design wars, final call, homicidal gore
+Torture chambers and rape-rooms
+The same goons, drinking Grey Goose and grape juice
+What's really good or bad is relative
+Never been beyond neutral
+But if you fuck with my family I shoot you, I'm too crude
+My poverty got me bugging committing armed robberies
+Voted the most likely to probably die violently
+Who the fuck are you, stupid?
+I carry two clips
+One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs
+I'm like Miami Beach on new years eve
+Blondie singing Rush Rush, give me yayo hanging with the Gipsy Kings
+I spit these things
+Major businessmen spitting flem
+Kicking these raps and kick you in the face with Tims
+Foot up on your desk
+Four thousand square-foot office supplies
+Fought to survive, torture your mind
+Car-chase, two cop cars collide
+On the Belt Parkway I'm rhymin' for the cop killin' to dive
+Nothing's sacred anymore, take your last breath
+What I am, what I want, I'm only after death - I'm obsessed
+If superheroes were real, they'd be evil
+Tora Bora to Tel Aviv
+Take the shit over and never leave
+American dream
+Bleed like a heroin fiend
+Heavy-metal heroin scene
+Forever retrieve
+Caught you with your guard down and my pistols up
+Hit you with the four-pound and you spit some blood, faggot!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Orgy of the Damned ’94I be getting backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs
+I'm on drugs, during sex I use anal beads and butt plugs
+I'm holding hookers dooty holes hostage
+I spend my nights on 42nd street searching for chicks that's into bondage
+Torture tactics I practice, tear up your mattress
+Kidnap an actress, than activate vibrating plastics
+My zany antics keep the ladies frantic
+And when I sodomize a secretary I'm very romantic
+It must be all them evil substances, cigarettes and black coffee
+I'm smoking crack rocklets with morphine
+I guess she would say I'm a junkie
+One sprinkle of coke on my cock and I'm feeling mad spunky
+I'd like to be a role model
+Picture me on the screen with a bloody butcher knife and a Bacardi bottle
+People will think "What were they thinking?"
+But then who would'a thought that O.J. Simpson would turn into Joeeeel Rifkin
+
+Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned
+Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned
+Orgy of the Damned
+Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned
+Experience all your lusts and fantasies first hand
+
+I'm searching for hitchhiking virgins
+Yeah, you know, the type of girl that's down for like what ever's your perversion
+She's got the itch but doesn't know quite how to scratch it
+So I'm slipping the bitch amoeba during a surgic acid
+To cause a Cumshot Bonanza
+The way I'm getting all up in that ass you'd think I was a case of colon cancer
+Plus I'm diseased in the mental
+And when I'm feeling stressed I inject direct to my left ventricle
+Pumping fluids containing pharmaceuticals to keep me kooky
+Some people would describe my vibe as spooky
+Or freaky, cause I be kinkier than Luther Campbell
+The pussy vandal, sticking my fingers in for samples
+(Chorus X2)
+
+I'm doing the type of sex that pimps do
+Jheri curls be hanging out my hat like I was down with Eazy-E's crew
+Creeping through public transportation terminals
+Looking for alcoholic sluts willing to use their mouths as urinals
+I like a really touchy-feely
+3 girls and some baby oil squirming on my Posturepedic suite
+Some and join in by a cult of love
+I'll initiate you with some anastatics and a rubber glove
+I get my kicks from watching chick flicks
+European women shooting around out their lactating tits
+Now that's what I call entertainment
+Some into the Orgy of the Damned and free yourselves from the enslaaaavements
+
+(Chorus X 2)
+
+Soya juiceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Symphony of WarHeavy Metal Kings
+I told Ozzy to bite the head off of that bat, I’m awesome at that
+Cauldron of crack, my symphony’s a waltz with a gat
+Dance with the Grim Reaper, leading up with the street sweeper
+Then fuck her with the broomstick until she bleeds ether
+Feast on the heart of Goliath, heart of a lion
+Part of a dying martyr brigade conquering tyrant
+Gave birth to your death - I’m the father of violence
+The Alpha, the Omega, the palm of Osiris, palm of Ramirez
+My concert appearance is like a cross between Manson and Osama with lyrics
+This is hardcore hip hop, homie
+You just escaped from the Matrix if you’re hearing this song
+Let’s celebrate this like the Vikings when they conquered York
+The Gods of war, we never knock - we shot through the door, we entrepreneurs
+Move this to the unusual type of freebase
+Move swift like a nuclear device in a briefcaseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Peep the Zoobaz ’94(Ill Bill)
+I be getting voodoo round like Greek sex
+I'm searching for six chicks with sloppy tits hanging off their chests
+Fuck kicking flavour in your ear
+I'd rather kick you in your fucking cunt, then rip off your brassiere
+I'm here, Mr. I-double-L- B-I-double-L
+Puffing on a nick a crack in my jail-cell
+They pay me well for my services
+When I murder kids, I orgasm
+Then I get rid of the evidence
+Left up on the scene of the crime
+I spit maggots out of my mouth when I rhyme
+Bloody, little punk ass, fuddy-duddy
+Let me get your crack-rock and all your money
+Sonny, I'm a fucking sicky
+I'll asphyxiate you then toss you in the lake like Ricki
+Illing like a handy-capped spaz
+Peep the Zoobaz, ripping' out the frame of your ass
+
+Can you dig it? Uhh, Peep the Zoobaz (X 4)
+
+(Goretex)
+My lyrics spread nice over tits like calamine
+Urine into slime when I circumcise your spine
+I swallow Hashish cuz I don't need to grief
+I chew vaginal beef with my Mackey and pull a goatee
+I got a sweet tooth for some PMS leaking
+I'm seeking the bloody tushy of a Puerto Rican
+I'm getting iller than this here jones when I'm stoned
+I'm banging women with nipples like fucking street cones
+I'll leave NYPD blue, I'll asphyxia you too
+My crew attacks like a pack of crazed Jews
+I'm Shawn Michaels with the hot rod I'm ready
+My aim is steady, point blank with my vainly machete
+Satanic soldier, mad pages like Janova
+From Brooklyn to Boulder a million jiffs be on my shoulder
+I'm all about gored smack, beer back and crack packs
+Snap jacks and anal tracks, god flesh I'm seeing blaaaaack
+Can you dig it? Uhh, Peep the Zoobaz (X 8)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What Does It All Mean?*Samples*
+Grimy: an adjective meaning thickly colored or
+Smudged with engrained dirt or grime
+Synonyms include: dirty, unclean, polluted, soiled
+Begrimed, filthy, foul, grungy, dingy and dusty
+
+The young man accumulated a mountain of
+Dirt beneath his fingernails while digging through
+The grimy recordings
+
+A noun meaning something that is conferred or bestowed
+Especially on the basis of merit
+Synonyms include: accolade, badge, medal, crown, cup
+Honor, distinction, prize, plaque, trophy and tribute
+
+I am extremely honored to be given an award like this
+
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+Welcome to the Grimy Awards
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+Welcome to the Grimy Awards
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+Welcome to the Grimy Awards
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+Welcome to the Grimy Awards
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+Welcome to the Grimy Awards
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+Welcome to the Grimy Awards
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+Welcome to the Grimy Awards
+[Ill Bill]
+Cos Hip-hop is dead go ahead and outline me in chalk
+
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)
+(Grimy, grimy, grimy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+ILL Bill TV[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I spoke to Osama's cousin
+He said that Jeb Bush was waiting with the helicopter
+Blooded out, the Crips got Barry O at the teleprompter
+Warlords argue over who brew the better vodka
+Death is constant, value of life's less than nonsense
+Process this information for me
+Suck it through the barcode implanted in your face for free
+You're just a Broken Arrow, homie, I'm a mushroom cloud
+A walking suitcase nuke with a fuck you smile
+Coked out hoes, sold out shows in Poland
+Polo P-wings and Stadium hoodies, it's an explosion
+Of the skull and guns, mafia meetings
+FIB tags on belt parkway graffiti
+The top of your face bleeding
+What you reaching for?
+Get your fucking hand out your pocket
+And tell your man to stop acting so pompous
+You in the mosh pit, pay attention, big brother is watching
+Matter fact so are all of y'all
+My YouTube channel is bonkers
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill]
+This is ILL BILL TV - Goons on the scene
+Shooters with cream - You glued to the screen
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+We could watch the twin towers evaporate, obliterate, incinerate
+Or watch this big titty bitch dictate, I spit hate, spit love
+I spit drugs, I innovate, I make digital transistors integrate
+The eagle, the owl and the octopus
+Secrets that are worth dying for
+Symbolism debatable like existence of dinosaurs
+Final Call, witnesses of Jehovah spy in your door
+Viral war, pyramid occupied by the eye of the storm
+Campus rampage, suicide high school
+Typhoon of firebombs, tsunami of firearms
+A monsoon of multinational corporate chirons and icons
+My logo might as well be a planet strangled by pythons
+Or better yet a skull with double guns, muthafucker run
+Left the undercover, drugged him with a needle from my brother Muggs
+We make the music that your mother loves
+Now she glued to the screen too, it's kinda bugged
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Uncle ZowieUncle Howie: I came back from rehab, I was having problems, I had no money. She was cleaning, washing the dishes in my sister's house, I came up behind her, pulled my pants down...
+
+Goretex: You eat her ass? You eat her ass?
+
+Uncle Howie: I don't eat ass, man. I fucked her right there while she was washing the dishes. (???) He remembers her. I had a lot of fun then. Most of the times I had better times when I was clean... But I had more exciting times when I was using
+
+Goretex: ObviouslyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+I’m Not Happy ’94I'm getting between your nerves like leprosy
+Using mental salacity, my treachery trenches over centuries
+I never meant to be reincarnated
+Matter of fact if it was up to me I wish that I had never been created
+The twigging swords hoards up in presto-boards walking through forbidden
+Doors and then with inside of the walls
+People grimace when they witness business of the bloody instance
+So keep your distance, the smell of bodies is covered by incense
+I show no mercy blood splats up on my hockey jersey
+Similar to fusiscions in rooms of emergency
+So fuck the gats I'll rather hit you with the axe
+Laugh while your skull cracks but I'm still not happy
+
+(Chorus X2)
+
+"All I really want is to be happy
+To find a love that's mine would be so sweet"
+
+I'm turning red blood cells into dead blood cells
+Using microscopic utensils within your entrails
+Pushing the limit of your chromo sols
+Sitting on the throne made of human bones talking of mice up in a phone
+I walk alone into pandemonium diarising plutonium
+To build a bigger better stronger weapon
+I sense the presence of great evil
+So I erase and train every bit of the pabblesource conceivable
+Reading about the beginning of ending
+I'm sending the crucifier tending to your soul chrome accier
+Within the fire I eulogise planets term in demise
+Stealing energies and sending up, the planet dies
+And nothing could ever really make me give a fuck about
+Anything you care about so why even bother
+The blood I spill could fill the entire New York harbour
+So hang the Holy Father and light the candle lava
+(Chorus X2)
+
+I'm still be killing myself to live right
+Could it even be it to explain the effects of the drugs on my brain?
+Nothing positive could influence the truth I take
+I'm dripping by the leg and dipody I instigate
+Without a doubt the bloody body count increases. It falls to pieces
+My mouth releases terminal diseases
+And everywhere you look there's another dead fucking schnook
+Hanging from a bloody meat hook
+I always keep a smile on my face
+So I can hide what's really going on inside of my mind
+I feel nothing and therefore I am nothing
+I pry for on your suffering and there's nothing that makes you feel happy
+
+(Chorus X2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+X and Bill[Verse 1] Ill Bill
+
+One percenters and five percenters
+Album outlines the center
+Rapping knives and the Berettas, the lies and vendettas
+Trials of menace to society is brainwashed
+Brain drops, nervous rooks cops with itchy trigger fingers spraying Glocks
+And frustrated rappers sometimes swear
+Waving Mac 11s you either buy my CD or die in the streets
+Sometimes I feel like I was born on Doomsday
+Then I think about my daughter
+And the future and pray that these moods change
+The road to Hell is paved with good intentions
+Get on your knees, I brought a guillotine to put your heads
+Essential, the essence, always carry a deadly presence
+Destined to be revolutionary with every sentence
+I been the one to pull the card on frauds
+Put them in their place, drop the bomb and start the war
+The fuck you think we brought these rocket launchers for?
+Not to brag about the way we pop Techs
+Ill Bill, Sadat X, who got ?
+
+[Hook]
+
+A lot of y’all got the whole game confused
+The tricknology got me blowing a fuse
+I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes
+They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues
+A lot of y’all got the whole game confused
+The tricknology got me blowing a fuse
+I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes
+They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues
+
+[Verse 2] Sadat x
+
+The backbone sets the overall tone
+We soldiers, dude, and ain’t even standin’ straight up or weightless
+Listen, I ain’t gon’ debate this
+How you win the case when your shit is all over the place?
+Who’s your co-signer? It must’ve been a minor
+Bill is ill, ain’t no feelings heartbeat
+Dudes left the Apple while we stay in the heat
+Cause we love to compete, that’s what gladiators do
+They say they love blood, dirty sick but
+Vietnam tactics, spikes in the mics
+In the States turnpikes is reduced
+? after nine hours for the cake can make me stay awake
+I’m not concerned with who earn
+I need my stacks to blow
+When I be hearing some of these records
+I don’t really know these dudes, I’m not a fad thief
+And I’m original pattern, one of one
+After the needle line is done, the educated sniff a dollar
+The rest still suck from the breast and keep nursing
+Don’t be that person (never that)
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Justice to the PeopleAnd here in New York, in Brooklyn, thousands of protesters are outside the Barclays Center, at a police precinct, and (radio static) even lighting a police van on fire. The NYPD has issued a Level 4 mobilization in the area, and that’s to bring in more police to help support them...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Corrupt (feat. Trinity & Immortal Technique)Immortal Technique's verse:
+You know when the cops are comin' to get ya
+Tryna' light you up quicker than Nikola Tesla
+Applying choke-holds like a professional wrestler
+And videotaping the protesters and hecklers
+I spit on you at the Diallo march, remember me?
+When New York City rose up as one entity
+(Ahhh) you hiding in helicopters and tanks
+And ICX towers in the streets like the West Bank
+Thanks for the reality check, so far...
+You been exposed as political Praetorian Guards
+So you can drive drunk, kill people and only do a year
+But soon dissidence to the system start to disappear
+And all sorts of governments crumble, so stay humble
+Violent lottery for the power ball that you fumbled
+And I don't hate you all but I'm sceptical of most of you
+Because the death of Posse Committals stands close to youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+La Coka Starsky and HutchIntro (Big Left)
+Yo What Up? It's the original Devil Dog Big Left of La Coka Nostra
+
+(Uncle Howie)
+Yo Big Left. This is Uncle Howie. Go fuck yourself, motherfucker!
+
+Verse 1: (ILL BILL)
+Ill Bill be the personification of modern day violence and hatred
+A combination of science and nature designed to degrade you
+And make you into something capable of surviving the Holocaust
+Machinery, bitches, and weed be our power source
+Blue and red rags, green money bags, black bitches with pink pussies
+Colorful things, the hunger of kings, it inspires all in the kingdom
+Y’all even murdered over oil wells and selling cracks in the wrong building
+This is gangster music, goons and gangbangers with Uzis
+Pimpin’,Penthouse pussy programmin' their coochies
+Catch me in the back of the tour bus damaging groupies
+Rock bitches only rap music they bang at The Fugees
+I be deadly like coke and speed, heavily smoking weed
+Uncle Howie screaming, “Rest in peace, ODB.”
+We south paw, hit you hard with hammers
+Big Left, Ill rock records, let’s bomb these faggots!
+
+Hook X2
+Ill Bill, Big Left
+We supposed to be ferocious, real shit
+Ill Bill, Big Left
+Too much flavor I'm major, Bill
+Verse 2: (Big Left)
+Give me a bomb-ass chick and i"ll fuckin' dig out her organs
+Big Left and Ill Bill and I ain’t talking about Baldwin
+The Bronx and Canarsie, Starsky and Hutch
+Quick to ride on you fucks without touching the clutch
+Listen, I’ll run a train on a bitch with no intermission
+My intuition tells me I need me some intervention
+Fuck that shit, I’ll drink till my liver pops
+Smoke a stog, drunk driving hoping I end up on Cops
+An Italian Charles Bronson, slick with a death wish
+Forty-four death kiss, like fuck it just let the lead spit
+A bad motherfucker, white motherfucker
+Quick to fight motherfuckers, take your life, motherfucker!
+Live on the block where the pistols pop and the missiles drop
+Corner store slinging weed out in crops
+Got the lead out the box, sticking chickens like cops
+Collaborate Uncle Howie, ‘05 at the top
+
+[Chorus x 2]
+
+[Uncle Howie talking]
+
+Yo, Big Left. This is Uncle Howie and Ill Bill and we’re here to get high, man. Let’s do thisEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Paul Stanley[ILL Bill]
+We got a black president, the aliens will be here soon
+Open up your eyes and your ears, here’s the truth
+Beyond blind faith we don’t really know what to believe
+The meaning behind these old books could be anything
+Who the fuck translated these words from Aramaic
+To the language spoken in the empire of the hated?
+We the children of a lesser God
+Make me want to pull an Escobar
+And I ain’t fuckin talking ‘bout Nas
+I’m serious like a swastika
+Or playing Russian roulette, over hard liquor
+Or Hamas after bombing a Bar Mitzvah
+Or Israel after bombing the Gaza Strip up
+It’s constant, it's tit for tat
+Raising our little kids with gats
+Throwing gang signs like Bloods and Crips with bandanas on they faces
+Sometimes the bandana's on their brains
+This prison planet tries to shackle me in chains every day
+
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh
+Mullets and bullet belts encourage the best
+Entourage of Gods, from Mossads to Qurans
+Church Ave. to the Taj Mahal we ride hard
+[ILL Bill]
+Homie you dealing with professionals that make murder look like suicide
+With silencers the size of an ordinary Jewish child
+Bazookas made from linoleum tubing
+And you stupid to think that 'Lord of War' was only a movie
+Depraved enterprise, brain energized seven times
+Genocide high-level lies, truth serum identified
+Organic mushrooms given to prisoners who don’t trust you
+Meanwhile the mass population consumes
+I’m in a Catch-22, too smart for my own good
+Intergalactical, too smart for my own hood
+My X-ray vision see through this tinted image
+Wipe the dust off reality’s lens to spit vicious
+Molotov monologues at y'all, let’s brawl
+Storming through the Valley of the Dolls carrying kronze
+Attack like angry extraterrestrials challenging God
+Arrive in chariots armed with various cannons and bombsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Economics ’91I love everything about money
+You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes
+
+Rust, I got to bust to my destination
+I woke up late time from other transportations
+Trains and busses - public adorations so better turn
+But where I'm going to is a place where it really burns
+And burns my brain, my job, my occupation
+Another motherfucking source of frustration
+4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sour
+Minimum wages like I'm caged in the prison tower
+Day in and day out another person flips
+They can't cope so they create their own economics
+With an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacket
+Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket
+And get props, ranks, thanks, power position
+A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician
+So many times I've seen people play stupid for money
+And at the funeral it isn't funny
+But nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burn
+Cause money make the world go round is what I always heard
+That's when I got that sadly look on my face
+No matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last place
+So I just like to would pick myself up an automatic
+So I can end my fate check without a denim static
+Got nothing to lose except my head
+Yo I'm in it to win it and imma spray the town blood red
+Autroprenorial skills coming all fly
+And economically it doesn't matter if somebody die
+It's all about getting the dollars and jewel specs
+So give it up before I put your life in fast checks
+Yeah I got money coming out my ass
+Yeah I got money coming out my assEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Metal MusicEl Gant, Ill Bill
+Yeah, ?
+It officially starts now
+El Gant and Ill Bill, ha
+
+[Verse 1: El Gant]
+
+I’m giving you something you’ve never seen
+Listen close, this is not a dream
+Wake up from surgery, feel the doctor poke at your spleen
+I’m from a place cause a racist cop will choke out a teen
+Then leave him slumped in the street and beaten
+That’s how it seems
+Yo, what the fuck you mean? This life ain’t natural
+Don’t make touch on government, the streets are like the capital
+And Christianity is magical, they make you think
+That you cannot finish a date without smoking, I’ll take a drink
+This is not a story, some think it’s all a game
+Most of us sold to the Devil just for a taste of fame
+And so they pull something heavy, metal splatter your brain
+It’s not a game when you watch a pistol shatter your frame
+It’s pain and pleasure, you mix a little together
+Then let it rise to the top and then popping, you get the measure
+The president is a veteran sodomizing his people
+To make you believe the words that he’s speaking
+Naturally evil
+[Hook]
+
+This is that heavy metal shit
+Don’t even meddle with
+I keep a four just in case yo I gotta settle shit
+You ain’t a veteran, I got some medicine
+Don’t even act like you’re tough, homie
+You’re better then
+And this ain’t for the radio, don’t even play it, ho
+The metal music to lose it, you know it’s crazy yo
+And this is how it’s going down, let off a hundred rounds
+Of metal music now can you hear the sound?
+
+[Ill Bill]
+
+I’m giving you heroin for your ears
+Listen close, homie. This is dope
+Get your adrenaline pumping like you was sniffing coke
+Ride the lightning, cult leader my mind’s frightening
+I drink blood from a human skull like a Viking
+To toast the death of my enemies
+I command an army of blood thirsty murderers with heads like machines
+I’m the future of this piece of shit scene
+Abandon all hope and these fake fucking faggots
+I’mma snatch up all their bling
+Got you stuck in the moment, zoning advanced but fucked up like cloning
+I’m the evolution of super soldiers
+Human vultures, better yet I’m exploding like super novas
+Moving in circles of tyrannical goons with toasters
+The face of the Devil, chased by the bass and the treble
+The gunfight erupts amongst fallen saints in the temple
+This is Ill Bill making the metal bang like Slip Knot
+With twin Glocks, thirty-six shots, you get your wig popped
+[Hook]
+
+It officially starts, the takeover, the takeover
+
+> > Lyrics posted by heroin4yourears < <EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street Villains 2[Intro]
+Psycho-Logical Street Villains!
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I'm surrounded by leeches and whores
+Preachers of porn
+
+My ambition was born in the slums
+
+Stand the fuck up just like the mohawk on a punk
+
+[Verse 2: Q-Unique]
+
+Then find you murdered by Satan's assassinEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Remove The Gag[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+Respect is something that's hard to earn damn it
+I create this effortless
+Take it back like Kirk Hammett when he played for Exodus
+Get mines, motherfuck you and your fake pretentiousness
+Spit rhymes plus I’ll punch you in your face for emphasis
+Clips fly, spit shrapnel, big bangers and det mines
+Militant tribal cliffhangers risking their lives
+Visitors arrive, extraterrestrial villainous tribes
+Exit starships dripping in a glistening slime
+My dungeon master levels are high, it’s a rigorous climb
+Raised on Canarsie block, stuck in this system of crime
+We all goons be the first to put the fist in your eye
+A loyal dude, be the one to say the pistol is mine
+I used to put PCP in the spliff and get high
+Let’s fly like Michael Jordan 1985
+That’s the Ill Bill mind frame, mind state, I’m great
+Take it back like The Future is Now on live tape
+
+[Chorus x 2]
+Yeah, this was bound to happen
+I found your favourite rapper whack
+So I found him and then bound and gagged him
+Asked him who the best rapper is
+Removed the gag, said it’s Ill Bill
+And the best producer is Kaz
+[Verse 2: Wordsworth]
+Triumphant, worn by the sounds of trumpets
+My crew abundant, surrounds the villa ground’s circumference
+The crowd I run with hit you with a thousand punches
+Piles and bunches, you can’t avoid it crouch and lunging
+You’re found when running, bloodhounds is hunting
+Hundreds and hundreds of hints that head to the house you hung in
+My power’ll punish, you cowards succumb in less than an hour
+And you can’t control your bowels’ functions
+You all earn your own right in the booth
+Solo you whack so just spend your life in a group
+You shouldn’t write to the loops and make the loop
+From the rope, put your head through it
+On your throat and tighten the noose
+My mic is a license to shoot, snipe you from the height of the roof
+Precise, could hit a pigeon in flight from the coop
+My motorcycle bikers in route, disrupt the neighbourhood with tattoos
+Leather jackets and spikes on their boots, you didn’t know?
+
+[Chorus x 2]
+Yeah, this was bound to happen
+I found your favourite rapper whack
+So I found him and then bound and gagged him
+Asked him who the best rapper is
+Removed the gag, said it’s Wordsworth
+And the best producer is Kaz
+[Verse 3: Verbal Kent]
+Yeah, buckle up, I’m a turbulent rapper
+Rap married me, performed my own sermon in the chapel
+Yeah, I’m certain that you rapping soft is the result of many factors
+You lack afterthought, get your face caught on a cactus (Ouch!)
+You ought to be an actress, you’re bad practice
+I’ll backslap you in the face until you rap backwards
+I spit classic verses, the cuts that are mine will damage you
+Worse than Kanye’s mom’s plastic surgeon
+You’ll get a lesson from listening, look what happened
+Young rappers turn the beat off and write to my rapping for practice
+You lack vision, something is sweet
+You’ll dream of how I write hooks when I punch you to sleep
+Stop me? Shit, I’m Rocky Balboa
+I’m like a boa constrictor choking the raps out of your throat like ?
+You know you’ll never figure out my hooks are grimy
+That’s like trying to figure out why poison ivy is so conniving
+
+[Chorus x 2]
+Yeah, this was bound to happen
+I found your favourite rapper whack
+So I found him and then bound and gagged him
+Asked him who the best rapper is
+Removed the gag, said it’s Verbal Kent
+And the best producer is KazEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+This Thing of Ours[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I got white pills and white powder
+It's white Bill, sell it right over the counter
+Get your hydro with a quarter-pounder
+I know all about it, homie, Uncle Howie told me
+I'm on top of New York, call my homie Q-Tony
+Call me Bill Bixby, real shifty
+You fail in your attempts to hit me like the kid that tried to kill fifty
+They say that hard times inspires great music
+If I have a dime you bet your life I ain't losing
+I'm a true hustler general, executive rank
+The type of person that would stab you in the neck with a shank
+The type of person that would beat you to death with a bat
+And to make sure you dead, shoot you in your head with a gat
+The world's a ghetto, but holding never crossed me
+Cause I don't care if you a rap fan, you gonna listen to metal
+Poke you with the pistol, pussy, have you pissing a puddle
+Twisted and troubled, smoke you in an instant and crumble
+
+[Chorus]
+This Thing of Ours
+Who do you know?
+How do you say?
+How do you do?
+Lay you the fuck out, out of your crew
+The [???] the honorable few
+My familia to the end, throw my nine up at you
+[Verse 2: Q-Unique]
+I got weapons to weaken your pride and sanity
+Howie's nephew, the Puerto Rican side of the family
+Q-Capital, I'm attacking you with the mic cord
+Fuck the rap battles, bitch, we gonna fight for it
+I spit up for the fans and old rap for rappers
+Pull up the magnum and cap all you rap bastards
+The number one Wiseguy with a gun to make your eyes cry
+Told your honey to lay on her stomach and raise her thighs high
+Get a percentage of the corner action
+The wrong reaction could get you killed and leave a former captain
+Many cheat, so many rob, many kill
+I seen snitches sell the family out like they was Henry Hill
+I strike this lame game until the game's hurt
+I might make a name change and kill you like James Burke (?)
+It's Tony, Anthony coming with the big boy's plans
+And when it's time to cross over I'm gonna floss with my fans
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+It's a matter of trust, honor and respect
+Men of few words
+We got goons with burners that do the talking that you heard
+Snitches and bullshiters, bitches and bean-shooters and backstabbers
+I seen (?) talking to Huda
+187 on the Huda cop
+How do we really know you a cop, Mel?
+Pop pop, send you to cop hell
+Top of the world, popping the trunk for bodies to burn
+We all popping bottles until Gotti returns
+[Verse 4: Q-Unique]
+I've called for a brawl for the young feeble man to see me
+Revenge in the hands of young Vito Angelini
+Bullseye where your man stand at the (?)
+Snatch the fame, they won't even know what's missing
+Organized crime against labor prohibition
+(?)
+Since I got the after school job at the cab stand
+The beat spins, I'm like Gina with deep swings
+But I get nowhere unless the team wins
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Poetry In The Streets(Necro)
+Uh
+Peep the killer shit
+Death murder rap shit
+Bitch
+Check it
+
+The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess
+Documentations of the human race, can study death
+They'll reach in through your TV speaker
+They'll feature
+A creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
+Your executed when your electrocuted
+Who's responsible for a homeless man that's dead
+And smells putrid
+We murdered your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
+You'll be frozen forever into a statue of death
+A grasshopper in the lab dead
+Stabbed in the head
+Knives are like the hands of a crab
+Jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and bled
+Throw you off a building
+Killin off your children
+Drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million
+I'll split your brains
+I'll slit your vains
+The impact of a bat cracked across your back
+Is like gettin hit by a train
+I'll stick a fang in your blood bank
+Then strangle
+My shangle bangle
+You like the triangle
+Piece of an angle
+I think my shit's too brutal for most
+I might be the only one capable digesting the dose
+You won't survive a screw driver driven inside your throat
+Choke on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks
+Chorus:
+It's poetry in the streets of the big apple
+And a vitality found in few other places
+But look beneath the surface of the city
+And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion
+
+Gun sour, a planet, where nightmares
+That become reality
+Witness the brutality
+Its poetry in the streets of the big apple
+You get tackled
+And grappled to the floor, white slaved up and shackled
+
+I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
+Grind you into slop meat and serve you to your friends
+We bringin bad taste
+Another brutal shootin rampage
+Turnin humans to ashtrays
+Doobies to crack slaves
+And boobies that lactate
+Squirtin mad milk, i never have guilt
+I have krills, i'll have you fags killed
+In front of your mom and dads grill
+Splatterin both of them
+With pieces of your explodin head
+Brain fragments stainin' clothing red
+I make you love the pain, it hurts
+We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
+Its psychological
+I'm like havin a rifle shot at you
+We not the type that smile at you
+We the type that bite at you
+Slit your throat with the broken bottle
+Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
+Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die whores
+Kill your physical first, next your minds lost
+Leave you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse
+Got you splattered across the walls with my nine tongs
+Murder you execution style like a crime boss
+Travel through time and terminate you like a cyborg
+My mentallity's grind core
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street Villains(Chorus)
+What it do, what it don't, got krillz, got coke
+Got everything you need
+Got pills, got smoke
+I'm a street villain, I'm a street villain
+
+What it do, what it don't, got weed, got dope
+Got everything you need
+Got speed, got dro
+I'm a street villain, I'm a street villain
+
+What it do, what it don't, got weed, got coke
+Got everything you need
+Got pills, got smoke
+I'm a street villain, I'm a street villain
+
+(Verse 1:Ill Bill)
+The king of the undergound, I stick my dick up in your mother's mouth
+La Coka Nostra lock the whole fucking summer down
+You's a faggot that run with birds and turds
+Nerds and herbs, lookin all concerned, you're scurred
+You're full of shit, talking that gangsta gangsta
+Send your fam a tape of you duct taped and wrapped up
+No respect, I humiliate cause when laughter's attached to pain
+No one ever forgets, it's really great
+I'm a do it to death, this goon's on the set
+I scream on you like a dude with Tourette's
+Ill Bill, veteran soldier, vengeance is mine
+I'm a General, you either have respect or die
+I'm a either get really really rich or locked up
+But fuck jail, you'll catch me iced out and rocked up
+I'm a brand name, my customers trust my product
+Satisfaction guaranteed when I flood your block up
+(Chorus)
+
+(Verse 2: Big Noyd)
+Look holmie, I hug the block, I duck the D's
+I love the cheese, I love that cheese, I'm a street villain
+I hate cops, love the Glock, love the way it pop
+The way you back niggas down when I let off one shot
+One squeeze from the Glock will put his ass in a box
+And you'll get what he got if you fuck with my gwop
+And niggas know me, I need mine off the top
+Like the roof off the coupe when I cruise in the drop
+So fresh and so clean but so mean but so what?
+Yeah, I stuck them niggas up cause them niggas so butt
+Look, G, I'll make it pop even when the hood hot
+Makin twenties, even dumbies, man I hustle don't stop
+Get the X for the D or the salt for the rock
+And keep my name out your mouth if you ever get knocked
+Cause snitches get stitches cause gangsters don't box
+You pull out them razors and them suckers get oxed
+
+(Chorus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Ten Wheel DrivePsycho Realm
+Sick Symphonies
+What up!
+
+CHORUS:
+Man, these fools ain't gorillas
+They just monkeys that talk
+A bunch of liers with no heart
+Yo, we line 'em up like cannons but don't none of 'em spark
+I can tell they all faggots by the way that they walk
+You're like a piece of canvas that ain't got no art
+It's plain to see the fantasies I'm ripping apart
+They ain't flipping keys, they ain't killing nobody
+They ain't really catching cases
+Ain't none of 'em popping off
+
+CYNIC:
+I got a fist full of iron
+I pop a bitch in the eye
+Admire my sick mind inside design your demise
+These little guys, no matter the size, try () ocassion
+Receive 5 shots in their ribcages
+I spit native so my tongue it flips like it's asian
+It's a script, actors, hardbody goverment agents
+These record labels set up for federal agencies
+They sign you for the information
+You go tell the D's
+They have these puppets acting like they really are moving D
+Maneuver heat in the rap hood
+They act like they run the streets
+They have more security that Snoop D-Double O-G
+In a bulletproof cruiser smoking up all his weed
+I'm rolling with young G's, pushing a hundred keys
+I'm lying but spit fire then I'll go make a beat
+A team but just one could defeat your whole fleet
+Famous for exposing the weaks that charge for higher beans
+CHORUS
+
+SICK JACKEN
+
+We are in a terror state
+Earthquake but the tremor is great
+The future's grim so I bury my safe
+I got this art form called rap
+They say that I'm great
+But the ones cashing out are the femenine and fake
+Oh, wait, I dont wanna sound like I hate on the heavyweigths
+But it's a burn like drinking vodka and henny straight
+The dopest rappers ain't cake, some got raped
+They so broke they don't know the sound that a penny makes
+I'm getting mine, homie
+Hustle all the time, homie
+I'm on the grind
+Only call me if you got money for me
+Being independent since I dropped War Story
+And still put bigger crowds in L.A. than the top audi
+Cops and feds, they monitor my bread
+But mom and pop's shops got more honor than the dead
+I got no paper work
+Got numbers in my head
+You can keep the plaques and the tax
+I'm underground instead, yeah!
+ILL BILL
+
+This is ILL BILL, homie
+Let me tell you something: Where I'm from the value of life is next to nothing
+Brooklyn motherfucker plus the west coast is open on me
+I'm world-wide with the LC familia army
+It bothers y'all that I rep my family
+Terror in every barrio, every hood
+Every borough, every block that's hot
+Street corners resemble the night of the living dead
+Junkie track mark, hooker is giving head to the young and restless youth
+We blast 'till there is no one left to shoot
+Morally bankrupt and destitute
+I ain't a prisoner
+Shank the windpipe of the warden
+Your days are limited
+I stab the spin, psych in your jordans
+Fling you up
+Top of the tier but planted in crisis
+Bring you more rock than you clearly had in your life
+It's crack music
+My mix-down is heroin symphonic
+You are an addict, I'm a savage so inteligent and brolic
+It's outrageous to the world at large
+How I have 4 Aces at the table when I turn back cards
+Leave the faces in amazement 'cause I work that smart
+Never been a lucky person, yo, I earned the spot
+My position is that of a ruler of a kingdom
+To raise the underground a hundred thousand feet above the fools
+You think it's not over for music with that soul and substance
+Laughing while they took all your money and showed you nothing
+CHORUSEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Don’t Touch That Dial(Verse 1: Ill Bill)
+My pimp hand is too strong
+My trigger finger never do wrong
+Ill and Unique with a new song
+Ill Bill, reign supreme, I let the gun spray for cream
+Uncle Howie motherfucker, we're your favourite team
+A day in the life of the trife in high definition
+Sell white to whites, side of a white Expedition
+Homegrown, Brooklyn, Canarsie to Flatbush
+Listen to the click-clack when the gat cooks
+Listen to the ch-ch-ching when the crack cooks
+Street business entrepreneurs, we in this
+We witness, we up in this shit like we fuckin' this chick
+Got my whole shit stuck in this bitch
+I be kicking up dust like the bloods and the crips
+I make this underground player feel ruptured and twist
+Screw your drink, leave your fucking head busted and twisted
+Rub you out like you never fucking existed
+
+(Verse 2: Q-Unique)
+I'm the bad guy in the black-fitted
+Your hat splintered on impact
+Flat on your back after the gat spitted
+I'm grimy and rugged like Bushwick Brooklyn blocks
+The result of when drug dealers are put with crooked cops
+Say hello to the angel-maker
+My hate will give you a halo or place you where the flames will take you
+I party like Bill in the back of the tour bus
+Bottle of pills, a pound of weed and the touch of a whore's lust
+My mind is wired for chaos and utter destruction
+Running production for narcotic fucks under consumption
+You running from something, running and jumping
+Under the gun, dummy becoming just a fucking obstruction
+I do wrong and God tried to pay me back quick
+Ain't try to snatch my ice, you just gave me that shit
+I got a shitload of drugs stashed in this spare tire
+I'm laughing at cops caught in the internal affairs wireEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+E.M.A. ’92Uh uh uh uh X a few times
+
+Push it back, kid
+Step the fuck back, kill the drama
+I be rippin' niggas like my name was Jeff Dahmer
+I'm the mad bomber, droppin dead babies off the roof
+Splat flat upon the street, crazy hard like a reef
+With a loop and the rhyme I design to cripple punks
+Parapalegic, I get strategic with the funk
+I process my stress then react on impact
+Flip the fuckin bigga(?) like the blunt that I pack
+With pot, got all types, domestic and exotic
+Big words, the mother fuckin pimp with narcotics
+The drug head thug pulls the plug on ya brain
+Then activates the shit that hits like a freight train
+So many rappers hate me cause I'm a sick fuck, dude
+I'll blow up but you won't and that's tough luck
+So let me kick back and smoke my hash
+And all the non-believers, you can eat my ass
+
+Up ya fuckin nose with the mother fuckin hose
+Big words, you motherfuckin nerds like Pete Rose
+I make mad hits just like a cannabis fix I flow
+Tick tock just like a bomb about to go off
+Body parts and limbs, I lick shots and blood clots
+Of so-called friends but (?)
+Behind my back, they're talking trash
+Cause I cash large cheques and they get vexed when I flex
+The complex compulsive, dead celebrity rap repulsive
+And so the dead-up result is
+They gettin' jealous cause I got the cash
+But all the backstabbers you can eat my ass
+Phat like a gat like a gun nigga run
+Yo my brain's like an uzi and my uzi weighs a ton
+Twist your fist around the mic if you wanna
+But if you step to me you're goin' out like (?)
+Smearin' feces, I increase the deceased
+The body count peaks you're dealin' with the dead freak
+(?) yo I came to talk business
+The snakes are crawlin' out the grass with the quickness
+Talkin' crazy shit like I should change my style
+But fuck that bullshit, I'd rather stay foul
+I know I'm gonna have the last laugh
+So all you fuckin' fakes you can eat my assEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Dope Fiend*(Verse 1)*
+Let me get that needle, pass it
+When it comes to the get high, baby I'm a junky bastard
+The fastest, so I'm a flow exempt me
+Let me get a dozen bagels and a ???
+Now please arrest me, officer
+'Cause I started lookin' in the Nautica
+Polo, Tommy Hillfiger sweater
+Mr. Woody Harrilson couldn't do no better
+I'm Natural Born to the motherfuckin' letter
+For pleasure, I dig out your brain like treasure
+Take your blood pressure, examine, measure
+Discover, twenty years ago I fucked your mother
+I'm a born junky, I'll never recover
+
+*(Chorus)* 2x
+Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend
+Kid I got's to have it
+Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to the get high
+Baby I'm a junky bastard
+
+*(Verse 2)*
+I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek sex
+I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy tits hangin' off their chests
+Fuck kickin' flavor in your ear
+I'd rather kick you in your fuckin' cunt, then rip off your brassiere
+I'm here, Mr. I-double-L-B
+A-double-L, puffin' on a nick a crack in my jail-cell
+They pay me well for my services
+When I murder kids, I orgasm
+Then I get rid of the evidence
+Left up on the scene of the crime
+I spit back inside of my mouth when I rhyme
+Bloody, little punk ass, rudy-dudy
+Let me get your crack-rock and all your money
+Sonny, I'm a fuckin' sicky
+I'm a six-inch it in then toss you in the lake like Ricki
+Illin' like a handy-capped spaz
+Peep the soup-bass, rippin' out the frame of your ass
+*(Chorus)* 2x
+
+*(Verse 3)*
+Walkin' through the rain, I saw you
+You were holdin' hands, I'm startin' to feel like Orange Juice Jones
+I don't really care if you just returned your glasses
+I'm a take a butcher knife to your sorry asses
+(?) Stop fantasizing about pizza-pies wit' (?)
+Body parts n shit, get your fuckin' throat slit
+'Cause I'm a modern crazy guy, you're all gonna die
+So why even bother actin' fly on the plane to Chicago
+Call Hertz rent a rental car
+Think your crazy 'cause you got a scar
+Think again, I'll cut you again
+I'm a put that doody-casserole inside of your mother's oven
+
+*(Chorus)* 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Mass Joint FreestyleI rip a hole in time and walk through it - I talk through it
+Like a terrorist holding guns and heads of hostages
+Gangster apocalypse, thug holocaust
+Throwing molotovs at ground-zero
+Carnovore, like Pete Steel(?) the art of war
+Kill the matador, kill the man with the bull
+I shatter your jaw
+I battle you all
+It's like the end of day show
+Criminals calling cocaine snow
+Doing blunts, blood splatters when they blow they nose
+The rap Tom Green, I rap obscene
+They try to throw my album on NASA(?)
+And Lars Ulrich from Metallica
+Super black market, we doped up like track markings
+Run up on cop cars and blast sergeants
+The rock legend
+In every magazine my cock's mentioned
+I leave the competition chopped headless, drowning in red piss
+It's Ill Bill, murder-murder kill-kill
+Run for the hills
+We thugging like ?
+
+[Outro: samples from Clerks, Carlito's way, Reservoir Dogs, Scarface etc.]
+This is the Utah State Police! We know you're in there! Come on out with your hands in the air!
+Come in here motherfuckers! Come on I'm waiting for you! Oh you ain't coming in? OK, I'm coming out! You ready? HERE COME THE PAIN!
+Freeze!
+Don't fucking move!
+Fuck you
+Asshole!
+I'm gonna fucking blow you away right now!
+Fuck that!
+Hey! I'm gonna shoot you in the FACE!
+Don't fuck with me!
+Request backup. 1200 South Main
+You think he'll kill a cop?
+They're not gonna shoot a cop
+Hey cop! *BANG BANG BANG*
+I'm a fucking cop!
+Take that motherfucker!
+Shot's fired!
+Officer down!
+Why you stupid fuck... Look at you now!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tony’s Killers[Verse 1: Lord Goat]
+Cause Charlie M was like my gusto model
+We use your mom for drug funds up in your father's Tahoe
+Trashing your condo, dip out, taking your bitch to [?]
+Romantic walks under the Verrazzano
+Heavy ammunition, the MAC-11 with the custom nozzle
+My persona, baby, laser beam with the ugly color
+[?]
+Enters whoever follows
+[?]
+Hollow-tips, watch them dissolve yo
+Back when Howie dropped a package off the Viper roof
+Rag Jordans, Scorpio fatigues, vests and sniper shoes
+We some righteous dudes
+Frozen bills, [?]
+Owning pistols, my shooters, long hairs like Tony's killers
+A posse pull up on PK Rippers
+My BK hitters stay lifted off three jars and the citrus
+Up in [?] place, chicken palm straight out of [?]
+Supreme [?] filled with coke
+With zero interest
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+I pulled a knife on the connect
+Duffel bag, three rifles and a vest
+Ready to die like disciples of Koresh
+Young Gandolfini, head goon, Tacchini sweatsuit
+We be ready to shoot
+Hit 'em in the head and we scoot
+Di Fara’s for lunch
+Dead bodies sticking up the trunk
+[?] bag with two million sitting up in front
+North Carolina had two horses in my backyard
+Only Hebrew for two hundred rhymes[?]
+The grim reaper look like whoever holding the shotgun
+Dead bodies everywhere, jet before the cops come
+Killers drive-by cold, like the Good Humor man
+But fuck an ice-cream cone
+They shoot out your medulla, man
+Salute to firearms and Mercedes cars
+Motherfuck the ops and my baby moss
+Killers never doze off
+Graze you with the shotty, blow your nose off
+Razors in the party, take your Rollie offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+14 Years of Halftime[Intro: Riya Mae Braunstein]
+Hi, this is Riya. Congratulations Eclipse on your fourteenth anniversary of the Halftime Show!
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Holy shit, it's fourteen years already E, where did all the time go?
+I remember when you did your first Halftime Show
+Like it was just yesterday evening, goons is creeping
+Hebrews blacker than Zulus and Guidos rocking wife-beaters
+Eclipse rocking FatBeats, hoodies and fondle up shirts
+Him and (???) put in remarkable work
+I did this show so many times over the years for the right reasons
+Find a way to civilize a trife heathen
+The ILL Bill collective, suicide king, my sounds are hard drugs
+We God’s thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood
+Like you lost your head
+Talking to me is like having your fortune read
+By a fourth-century sorcerer that tortures men
+Then try to walk the subway platform with gats drawn
+Like a postal worker coming home drunk and just lost his job
+That’s what we dealing with in Roman times
+I never liked school, those fucking devils always told me lies
+And tried to brainwash, we know the value, everybody fucking hates cops
+And if you blasted one you gained props
+Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit
+None of these fucking idiot can DJ like Eclipse
+Fuck that! He be on top going for Fourteen Years of Rap
+If you love the real shit, give him dap
+Congrats to (???) and PD Cologne too
+Wednesday nights at , WNYU
+[Verse 2: Q-Unique]
+Incineration of your whole Generation X
+Better place your bets (???)
+DJ Eclipse (???) got the sign blinking
+Consider it illiterate, you can’t read between the lines
+(???)
+Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds
+Like pussy politicians got political prisoners locked down
+Knock down and hit you with the impact of a DJ skid scratch
+With a big gat that'll flip your wig back
+(???) like a board of secret cult
+The vital data that can shatter government bodies
+Rock parties like a boulder rolling through a nightclub
+One might bug at the fact
+Fourteen Years of Rap got me underground dap
+I’m past that like I missed my stop on the A-Train
+Here’s the weight gain from the great brain
+Pass the spray paint!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Not Playing[Hook:]x2
+It's Ill Bill and UG
+Hollow points will fill your mug, we not playing
+I'm just saying we real for real
+In the booth we let it spill yeah we body it
+
+[Verse 1: UG]
+Hey yo cash rules everything around me nigga
+A blast move everything around me with the
+HK I spit bars and get nookie
+Tell your bitch to chill, she might get snookied
+Anderson Silva bars, chokehold
+Either tap out or you'll black out
+It's that easy, flow off the heezy
+Heat leave your brain all over the floor where your feet be
+UG be one of the best
+Plus Ill Bill, that equals fuck the rest
+Fuck the world, I'm fucking your girl
+I'm fucked up off of the Yak
+I jump in the booth and body the track
+
+[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
+Pull out the shotty and clap, I'm like a suicidal jihadi attack
+Try to react, pull yourself together, keep your body intact
+Stuff your own intestines back in your body then shotgun you back
+Yeah I chopped you in half, bouncing with a hundred thousand in cash
+Top half of your body still talking mountains of trash
+Point blank range, one for you the sound of the gats
+A murder machine that's constantly evolving with class
+This is Ill Bill homie, hardcore like Esham
+Jump out the green van with a ratchet in each hand
+Fuck you talking to? Talk to the pistol
+Seeing visions of demons in a sorcerer's crystal
+It's official homie, listen
+[Hook:]
+
+[Verse 3: UG]
+Mind like Einstein, grind like Russell
+Gotti-like ties, won't cost to touch you
+I'm much too nice, I destroy the booth
+Paul Pierce flow homie here your boy's the truth
+My rap flows like capsules with crack in it
+You lack flows, you assholes are wack in it
+Makes me sick, I spit bars well
+Y'all DC comics my nigga I'm Marvel
+My art sells, I'm ark shell, I crush niggas
+You Carvel soft as shit, I flush niggas
+With IDE on the track it's the classic
+Anywhere anybody bet I smash it
+
+[Verse 4: Ill Bill]
+And never sleep, we insomniac
+Always popping and rob a diamond or pizza guy in the lobby rap
+Now puff a Phillie on the roof music
+Glenwood Projects where I started my goon movement
+Apartment 2C, ultramagnetic like Kool Keith
+I new UG before you MCs dropped blue cheese
+? legacy carved in the stone wall in granite
+From playing Commodore 64 to touring the planet
+Stairwell Farragut Road capture the flow
+They closed South Shore High School ratchets explode
+My firearms are not user-friendly
+Ill Bill aka Shooter Jennings
+You fuck around you'll meet a gruesome ending
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Awaiting The Hour[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
+The gladiator's here [?] severest
+The stage is a colosseum, skull and bone mausoleum
+Also they play my rhymes, art museums
+Where I display my dark gothic teachings
+You can see ’em, my rhymes form from mind storms
+Lyrics are blizzard, no signs of warmth
+Children behind the corn, big silver rosary beads
+Blows underneath my feet
+Thick [?] of patchouli oil
+Blessed dry hemp inside aluminum foil
+Tattered arm, slow motion when I walk back 'round
+You hear the Vatican songs, hymns from the Catholic cons
+Master my psalms, black skies, Rabbis
+Bats fly followed by my entrance
+Splendid vengeance venting relentless
+Vintage rhymes bless blood, splash guts
+Flash to cannon of ash, the aftermath after life is grim
+Light turns dim, you grab the mic again
+You hermaphrodites will grin
+I was born from two Seraphims, pleased the Nephalim
+Genesis Six chapter, guess again
+The son of God had sex with the daughters
+Blessed, name was Walter
+Second quarter, I'll bring you all to the alter
+Prepare for slaughter and the offering
+Arastaph Christ cross in a sling of David
+Arming Rob in the haunting bars
+I spit Egyptian mysticism
+I’m more disturbed than Richard the Third
+This is the word
+[Chorus]
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest"
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+[?]
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest"
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+[?]
+
+[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
+Undead cannibals unleased for the people feast
+I roam with scissors and walk amongst the talking lizards
+Drink rain from human skulls with Attila the Hun
+While my inner pain is translated and written in blood
+Enemies of peace in red robes, evil priests, dead scrolls
+Evil beats, Necro, lethal me or else chrome
+Enter into the realm of Satan, hell awaits, I elevate
+Levitate a billion miles above you when I meditate
+All the while the cults section that begin to chill your spine
+'Cause I'mma rhyme, repeated words echo through your mind
+Blood blizzards, drug wizards, jux [?], guns [?]
+Fuck physics, the wife blew me then sucked his dick
+She got the hiccups, Gene Simmons, devil horns fist up
+Sharper than what got Tony Iommi's fingertips cut
+I’ll finger the slut, Mary Mother of Christ now a whore
+Slice her across the belly, open the door
+Messianic caesarean, Satanic ovarian, delirium
+A loose Atherian, imperium, a Christ illusion
+Do as thou wilt, your life’s a choosing
+Stigmata wounds ooze and Pazuzu possess Susan
+Seduced her to use her womb consumed by a doom lucid
+Lacerated sky, puss spewing, gooey putrid
+Revolting, repulsive, my lightning bolt voltages occultist
+A cultist holding the ambulance of codis
+Assaulting mind of Moses, my [?] Mohammed
+The coming of the comet erupted volcanoes of virus and vomit
+[Chorus]
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest"
+I’m a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+[?]
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest"
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+"Muthafuck, you're not ready"
+I’m a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest"
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+"[?] from the slum"
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest"
+I'm a Slayer album personified
+Holocaust, Columbine
+"[?] from the slum"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The RealestThese young boys with dreams of taking my crown
+I can't have 'em
+They got wild imaginations
+I'm something they can't fathom
+Something too true or ankle killing
+From a .22 in the boot of a villain
+Who's doper than whoever you were
+I'm doper than a whore shooting dope in the sewer
+The whole city built on piss and floating manure
+That travels in pipes, train stations and scavenger types
+You can get your shit took and stabbed with a knife
+By a lick, crook, a quick jab and big hook
+These sick fags trying to find out where I live, look
+I got a crew of goons looming larger than Bigfoot
+To fuck you up and throw human parts in a pickup
+Truck come, a sick fuck, since I made six bucks
+And now I'm all papered out and getting my dick sucked
+With power, now you cowards get your tummy stitched up
+
+[Hook: Slaine] (2)
+I'm larger than life, who the fuck are you prick?
+I got an 8-Ball, beat you with a pool stick!
+I walk in the dark, the burglar at night
+This is the realest shit you heard in your life, aight?
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+Young amateurs play themselves
+Making mistakes, they young shooters
+Dude stay in your lane, youngsta
+I'll give you a young funeral
+And no funeral home, if these walls could talk
+They'd paint a picture of the aftermath of wars are sparked
+Doors are locked, coffins lowered deep into the ground
+Shovels and dirt shift while families weeping to the sound
+But the world keeps turning and the plot thickens
+Street Robin Hoods are earning and the cops are bitches
+Another day, another million dollars
+Another soldier sent home a crippled father
+In the war with religious martyrs
+Overseas concerts shocking all like senseless bombings
+My hood soldiers be on your momma's block with pistols popping
+It's a vicious cycle of horrible events
+It gets worse, you try to kill me, I'll body you instead
+Learn the hard way, lose your life fucking with real goons
+You dudes better smarten up real soon!
+[Hook: Slaine] (2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Billion$ On My MindILL BILL:
+I don’t wear a chain, I snatch and bring them to Jack at Albee Square Mall
+Big homie, bringing it back
+Farragut Road, Uncle Howie’s heroin habits
+No competition, these other rappers they’re all faggots
+I keep it hotter than summer of 88
+Jordan 3’s on my feet, right before they dropped “Do the right thing”
+Beyond that, I’m top rank
+Hard beats, hard raps
+Million dollar contracts, billions on my mind, man
+The kid is prepared, always carrying pistols in pairs
+I calculate like a digital scale
+Kept it fresh even after Non Phixion was staled
+Crashing Ferraris like Vince Neil after sniffing a rail
+“ILL BILL be the future” is real
+Volume 2: I’m Goon, homie, like an ice pick in your ear
+My beats lock you up like I hit your face with a brick, you half-dead
+But my lines is still making you think
+ILL BILL, LCN, this felon is venomous
+And get more pussy like Hellen DeGeneres
+Extra-intelligent, relevant, degenerate
+From Canarsie’s cemetery to The Glenwood tenements
+Hang with gangs, bang beats, bang with pistols
+Anything that I’m involved with bangs official
+If she wants it like that, I'ma bang your sister
+Run up on the president’s wife and bang the system
+Listen
+Oh, y’all didn’t know I make beats, did you?
+There is a lot y’all motherfuckers don’t know about me, man
+2007, ILL BILL, The motherfucking Cult Leader
+The Hour of Reprisal, La Coka Nostra’s A Brand You Can Trust
+I don’t know if y’all motherfuckers is ready, you think they ready?
+
+SLAINE:
+Yo, you wanna fucking drive for me, man?
+You got to get drunk before you drive, what the fuck
+ILL BILL is the future, I’m the past, I’m a never-was
+Whatever, let this shit play
+Banging shit, fuck itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch[Intro: Necro]
+Exclusive!
+Suck A Dick!
+Fucking whore!
+Total album coming soon, scumbags!
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+
+So what's the 4-1-1 hun?
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill]
+Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch
+I'm not playing, yo I'm saying
+Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch
+I'm not playing, yo I'm saying
+Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch
+I'm not playing, yo I'm saying
+Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch
+I'm not playing, yo I'm saying
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill]
+
+[Outro: Necro and Uncle Howie]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+The Walking Dead[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx]
+The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist
+Kill the cartel, rule the land with a iron fist
+Ruste Juxx I be spitting that
+Body new rappers, homie, watch who you getting at
+Brrap, the bold cap snapback
+I hit you with the brrat 'till your cap snap back
+Further, knocking on them Pearly Gates
+I'm organizing late funerals and early wakes
+For any hot stepper trying to dance with the devil
+Gravedigger, stand over your corpse with a shovel
+Dropping dirt on it, fill it up then I'm out
+They building something on the lands so now I gotta dig 'em out
+Hoodfella, I rob for deniros
+Too many lives lost for trying to be a hero
+My patience is zero, I'm keeping it a hundred
+Everytime I had a fight in my life I never fronted
+I'm the realest
+
+[Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
+Illest man walking, night of the living dead
+Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head
+Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed
+Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared
+I'm the illest man walking, night of the living dead
+Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head
+Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed
+Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared
+[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]
+I spit a murder verse scary as October 31st
+House keeping, streets sweeping when doing my dirty work
+Marijuana sparker, playing that drum like Travis Barker
+Fam, I will valet park ya
+Take your keys then get that cake before you leave
+Gun talk, shooting the breeze
+I put a popper to your chopper drop a hundred emcees
+Hard ten below, but I spit the summer degrees
+That mac wind made his hat spin
+There's a million mad men in my trash bin
+So when I buck at you bastards
+Calm your frontline, and call it a muscle relaxer
+Results of my violence is silence, we all can sleep
+Me home, you six feet deep
+Well-known heavy hitter, whoever want it
+Everytime I step to the plate, I never bund it
+I'm the illest
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Ill Bill]
+I'm a product of the projects, a menace to society
+My consciense thinks progress but my greed thinks violently
+Give me that, run that, kill me or I come back
+Taking what I wanna take, homie, I'm a scumbag
+So disrespectful I know my parents taught me better than that
+But couldn't keep me away from felony rap
+Not talking about music, this is felony robbery
+Strong arm with the uzi, intercepting the economy
+Touch down, get down clown, kiss the ground
+And I'm too broke to own a silencer, homie, this is loud
+Matter of fact, definetely, make your ears ring
+Crazy you can get shot and not feel it at first, it's a weird thing
+Pass out, wake up in the emergency room
+With people you never met before nursing your wounds
+Your little sister crying, doctors are inserting a tube
+Down your throat, oh well, nothing personal dude
+Bill is the illest
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+MurderedExtra extra! Read all about it!
+Extra extra! Read all about it!
+Extra extra! Read all about it!
+Sucker stepped up and got murdered
+
+[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
+
+The architect before the hour begins
+I bring storm to your valley of death
+Without fear with my pistol up to your head
+Your life is an illusion, a mirage, and a perversion
+Of God, orgies and morbid sorcery shall arise
+From the Judas Priest, the altar of madness
+Join us at the darkest Sabbath
+Pick hollowtips, harvest Magnums
+My crops is Glocks, farmer tan’s tropical
+My arms are black metal with threaded barrels and chopper screws
+Electric skull up in the wall of voodoo
+Felt like clips based all upon call of ktulu
+A real dude AKA Bill Duke, I kill crews
+Big goons homie shoot up the casket, we fill tombs
+Make shit move, twist truth, never will lose
+Pull out the big Uz, let the clips cruise
+Every word I speak causes explosions
+I torture soldiers, hearts frozen
+AR-15s and roses, stiffening decomposing
+You got murdered
+[Chorus x 2]
+
+[Verse 2: Crooked I]
+
+Yo thirty-nine ounce pistol rosewood handle
+Five heads thrown to the barrels spitting new ammo
+If it’s over my money that’ll make a dude scramble
+I’m dough, cheese, and bread, I’m the fucking food channel
+Putting two through your flannel, man I murderlize you
+My Tech ex your clan like the grand verbalizer
+You piss in the wind, my pistol will circumcise you
+While I’m talking more shit than people selling fertilizer
+For you to be on a higher level than Crooked I
+You’d have to hire a pilot to write your rhymes in the sky
+Then tell the pilot to crash the plane, burn, and fry
+Now even he’s like me cause I’m fly till I die
+C-O-B yeah who got a problem with me?
+Your eyes are skinny as the body of Whitney
+To survive when I’m popping semis
+I’m dropping any, God forgive me
+Now Long Beach is Gotham City
+
+[Chorus x 2]
+
+[DJ Eclipse Scratching]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Santa Sangre------------------------------------------EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stick N Move (Remix)Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em
+Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em
+Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em
+Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
+Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em
+Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em
+Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em
+You ain’t got to explain shit
+
+Born Unique:
+Stick and move the switchblades, down to four-fifths
+Do it gladiator style, hit you with the raw fist
+Sniffing the raw fish makes your jaw twitch
+First joint was hot, remix more sick
+Stick and move, try it with me, the wrong shit
+You picked the wrong vic
+Catch you at church wearing the wrong kicks
+You can’t run now sonny, ain’t nothing funny
+I want the money, body filled with dummies
+So here we go, be like “Not him!”
+Cats hate me in the (…)
+But never shot him, never got him
+Do me a favor, I’m ready to die
+I’ll be waiting heavy in the cut cleaning my nines
+With a dime between my thighs cleaning my nine
+Greasy grimy guy been seen with demon eyes
+Brrr! stick em, hi-hi-high stick ‘em
+Yo!, Sha pull the whip over, I see another victim
+Chorus
+
+Killa Sha:
+Yo, yo, straight to the point like twenty minutes to one
+Still in 06, a nigga’ll get hung
+Spit out venomous shit from the lungs
+Lames be tucking in their links when I come
+Pull up to the club, nothing less than ten guns
+The god came to party then snatching funds
+Niggas don’t say a word until I’m done
+I really think you wanna get home to your son and to ya wife
+So look into my eyes
+Come on daddy you know what this is already, nigga
+Yo, I ain’t really playing around with this
+And I’m right up on you, son
+I don’t plan to miss
+I’m high off that dust and lion piss
+Give niggas the business and I’ll smash their bitch
+There it is, Unique and the QB kid
+Stick-n-move, nigga straight from the bridge
+
+Chorus
+
+ILL BILL:
+Never hit a man with glasses, hit him with a brick
+If he doesn’t give up his shit, hit him with a clip
+I don’t suffer from insanity, enjoy every minute of it
+My hobby’s armed robbery, it’s really fun
+When a motherfucker run and try to jog from bullets
+I blow wigs off leaving flat tops and mullets
+When you die go to Heaven, till then welcome to Hell
+Give me something to bring to the porn shop and sell
+I snatch diamonds and rubies, Pradas and Guccis
+My getaway driver push Hondas and (…)
+Run up in your fucking house with Llamas and Uzis
+And a roll of duct tape for your momma and your two seeds
+Homie, even Snoop loves La Coka
+(…) half bandana on a skull with toasters
+Lie the fuck down homie, put your hands on your head
+While I’m walking out the door with my hands on your bread
+Stupid!
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ill Bill - Chrissy Snow[Intro Sample]
+
+[Ill Bill]
+My shooter really do this with the Uzi in Jerusalem
+Lookin like a Jewish Huey Lewis
+Speed boats off the Greek coast , we grasp and we toast
+She had a mean ass and a deep throat
+A drug dealers peripheral , a nipple full of sniffable
+Dominican blow was called Chrissy snow
+3 Sclupa needs a 8 ball meet me at the Breagal Beager
+In the back Booth seated with the deagle
+Re-revolutionize the crack deal
+Make the workers rock their titties out so they can't steal
+I'm a champagne problem on a beer budget
+In other words I'm a problem you can't afford to fuck with
+Hit with bullets respond with warheads
+My God vs your God until we all dead
+My Gucci cost more than your entire life
+Buy it twice
+Mine drip like the eyes of a crying Christ
+
+[Hook]
+Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip
+If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick
+Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca
+Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers        x2
+[Kool G Rap]
+You already know
+Pan ain't flying the gram suppliers
+Pro Gun handles inside the top brand attire
+Open fire on any men in them sandals try us
+Problems solve em revolver got the answer by us
+Done deals with kingpins shook the hands of siors
+Big amounts swiss accounts when they handle buyers
+Benz tied up the landels a mansion by us
+Man on fire my life what every man desire
+Baby vampires that blow like the standing choirs
+Glance twice at something nice thats a chance for hire
+She run icecream machienes like the brand of Breyers
+Bitch on magazine covers with the Phantom by her
+Pablo Escobar safari nigga panthers tigers
+Serious ciphers cigar blowin with Ol Jodas
+He turned farmers from goat herders  to boat loaders
+Save young girls from rape and pillage
+Guerrilla warfare with soldiers came to take the village
+Now they safe as sound founded behind the gates of Villas
+Chefs makin steaks with skillets
+Gorgeous and grown up the shapes the illest
+Lingerie on the maid the laces silk shit
+Take no time to milk
+If they send a pillow i blaze it kill it
+Oh God we face light, raise the billions
+G and Bill we at the Billiards
+Benjamin Bills caked in the millions
+[Hook]
+Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip
+If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick
+Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca
+Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers        x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Chasing The Dragon (Moshpit Mix)[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+Stronger than morphine
+Crazier than crack cocaine
+Heavier than heroin dancing in your veins
+Chasing The Dragon
+Dancing on your grave
+Lace you with bangers
+Necro and ILL motherfucking Bill
+Lace you with madness
+
+[Verse 1: Necro]
+The Satanic Mephisto rap
+Aristocrat of butchery
+Malevolent monarch of murder just kicking back
+Lounging, the four-pound packing scoundrel
+Gore hound clapping your counsel
+Wrapping you up, surround your grill with bandages
+Strapping you up, tie you up, deny you of freedom
+Mummify you of credence
+The majestic dressed sick black gear baggy
+Pessimistic blessed it, react with fear when you see the Maggy
+Brutality Part 1 mentality, arsenic
+Lyrical sarcophagus like Metallica with Cliff
+Black Mass Lucifer acid casket, back draft flame rap
+Hit the crack pipe glass, blast it
+An alien from another dimension
+Experiencing tension with very serious blood drenching henchman
+Mysterious, mystical, magical, miraculous
+Some furious typical animals attack you for your shit
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+A murderous brain, the mind of a surgeon turned insane
+We swoop down like vultures or birds of prey
+Burn your veins, like heroin, my words are grey
+They call me ILL cause I'm sicker than the germs in AIDS
+Young Vader, if my gun ain't it your mouth, keep it shut, hater
+Take it down a notch, homie, be a thug later
+Not here, take it elsewhere
+They'll find your legs and arms in a month
+They'll find your head next year
+A masterpiece, cop-killer, blast police
+Laughing at an NYPD catastrophe
+Lift you off your fucking feet like a tractor beam
+I'm selling rap to teens like crack to fiends
+Only after you lose everything
+Is when you're free to do anything that you want
+And I'm a take it in blood
+I'll feed you a feast of middle fingers and fuck you's
+Fuck off, faggot, put my foot in your face, follow through
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
+
+[Verse 3: Necro]
+You'll catch a belligerent bludgeoning
+By the metaphysical technician of execution
+We'll cut your spleen
+Surgically cutting your brain purposely
+Nervously, lobotomy, fucking insane circuitry
+Hip-hop autopsy rap
+Cadaverous, the maverick of gun popping
+I'm on a not having it kick
+Entrepreneur gore rep it
+Tepic like a septic schizo
+I'm a sicko technically perfected
+[Verse 4: ILL Bill]
+It's type hard trying a blow up in the NYC
+I won't stop until Jordan's rocking ILL Bills on his feet
+The first fifteen minutes a Saving Private Ryan
+How I fire iron
+Run up on you shooting and start a riot
+I'm like John Leslie in his prime, emptying nines
+Felony crimes are designed by the deadliest minds
+A powerful weapon
+My words sharp enough to leave audiences of thousands headless
+Murder from out the mouth of legends
+
+[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Orgy of the DamnedI be getting backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs
+I'm on drugs, during sex I use anal beads and butt plugs
+I'm holding hookers dooty holes hostage
+I spend my nights on 42nd street searching for chicks that into bondage
+Torture tactics I practice, tear up your mattress
+Kidnap an actress, than activate my raiding plastics
+My zany antics keep the ladies frantic
+And when I sadomise a secretary I'm very romantic
+It must be all the medial substances, cigarettes and black coffee
+I'm smoking crack rocklets with morpheme
+I guess she would say I'm a junkie
+One sprinkle of coke on my cock and I'm feeling mass funky
+I'd like to be a role model
+Picture me on the screen with a bloody butcher knife and a Bacardi bottle
+People go think "What were they thinking?"
+But then who would'a thought that O.J. Simpson would turn into Joeeeel Rifkin
+
+Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned
+Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned
+Orgy of the Damned
+Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned
+Experience all your lusts and fantasies first hand
+
+I'm searching for hitchhiking virgins
+Yeah, you know, the type of girl that's down for like what ever's your perversion
+She's got the itch but doesn't know quite how to scratch it
+So I'm slipping the bitch amoeba during a surgic acid
+To cause a Cumshot Bonanza
+The way I'm getting all up in that ass you'd think I was a case of colon cancer
+Plus I'm diseased in the mental
+And when I'm feeling stressed I inject direct to my left ventricle
+Pumping fluids containing pharmaceuticals to keep me kooky
+Some people would describe my vibe as spooky
+Or freaky, cause I be kinkier than Ludfried Kamel
+The pussy vandal, sticking my fingers in for samples
+(Chorus X2)
+I'm doing the type of sex that pimps do
+Cherry girls be hanging out my hat like I was down with Eazy-E's crew
+Creeping through public transportation turnals
+Looking for alcoholic sluts willing to use their mouths as urinals
+I like a really touchy-feely
+3 girls and some baby oil squirming on my pastropedic suite
+Some and join in by a cult of love
+I'll initiate you with some anastatics and a rubber glove
+I get my kicks from watching chick flicks
+European women shooting around out their lactating tits
+Now that's what I call entertainment
+Some into the Orgy of the Damned and free yourselves from the enslaaaavements
+
+(Chorus X 2)
+Soya juiceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tales To Astonish[Intro]
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Beware Of The Pale Horse[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+Guerilla Star Wars weapons systems
+Controlling my thoughts plus several pistols
+The good shepherd listens exercising mental figures
+Illuminati enterprises with relentless interest
+With it I enter the streets, conspiracy left to witness
+Death and sickness stretch across the wilderness, etched in the scriptures
+Molested temptresses whisper, plеasures of sex with ancestral sistеrs
+Our terrorism influence decisions
+Intercepting children, Timothy McVeigh, the federal buildings
+The all-seeing eye, nuclear winter
+Bleeding sky talking to God screaming, "Why?" with tears in your eyes
+Fall on your blade like a samurai, betrayal of his family ties
+Agonize, violence amplifies, bystanders die
+No reason, tattoo tears, chrome Jesus
+Iced out Moses and planet pyramids in Giza
+Seeking out your reinvention within the species of deception
+Resemble humans but spawned from reptilian conception
+Digital Mohammed, critical atomic, pinnacle and violent, cynical Islamic, symphonic
+Microchipatronic, chips ahoy, cyborgs are built to destroy
+Murder world, I'm like arcade with a billion in coins
+Better yet I'm like Bilderberg, pull away the curtain and reveal the word
+Throw you in the dirt, split the work
+I hit you with Star Wars heaters, helicopter hit your four-seater
+Ill Bill the Cult Leader, porn feeder
+[Verse 2: William Cooper]
+Step into the mind of Jesus, Aramaic teachings
+Look through the eyes of Osiris, see I'm wanted in the precincts
+Shipped to the depths of Hell with handcuffs on my wrists
+The evil eye of the pyramids, the terrorist icepick
+Venomous vaccines injected into your blood stream
+The resurrection of John Gotti with bulletproof wings
+When an angel sing, it's not just another thug's dream
+It's the beloved propane with that infrared beam
+Pay homage to the holy gladiator, hood saviour
+Duct tape to the face of heartless dictators
+Hollow tips in the chambers, send traitors to their maker
+The eraser, vengeance on my mind like Darth Vader
+And it's foul, false prophets lead you to the slaughterhouse
+With a smile on their face, poison pour out their mouth
+Got caught in the crossfire between angels and demons
+So I'm forever at war the hell that haunt my being
+Fighting all-eye-seeing, all I'm seeing
+Is crime and poverty, the Devil's hand's in everything
+From politics to religion, the glitch in the system
+Is they can't blindfold my vision, keep my eyes open and listen
+Believe half of what I see and even less that I'm hearing
+The truth's been called on the walls of ancient pyramids
+The secret government responsible for killers' souls
+Fucked up, they got you thinking Cooper's the villainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Karma[Verse 1: Block McCloud]
+
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+
+[Verse 3: MF Grimm]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m Surrounded[Intro: Necro]
+Yo, it's Necro, you’re father ILL BILL album coming soon
+You better cop it or you get deaded
+
+[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
+I'm surrounded by hatred and lust, angels in dusk
+Cocaine and sluts, dangerous thugs
+Blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
+Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind me with guide dogs
+Design war, final call, homicidal core
+Torture chambers and rape rooms
+The same goons, drinking grey goose and grape juice
+What's really good or bad, it’s relative
+Never been begun neutral
+But if you fuck with my family I shoot you, I'm too crude
+My apologies, got me bugging, committing armed robberies
+Most likely to probably die violently
+Who the fuck are you stupid, I carry two clips
+One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs
+We're like Miami Beach on New Years Eve
+Blindly singing rush rush, give me yayo hanging with the gypsy kings
+I spit these stings, make a business man spit phlegm
+Kicking these raps or kick you in the face with Timbs
+Full up on your desk, 4000 square foot office supplies
+Fought to survive, torture your mind
+Car chase, two cop cars survived
+Hundred bill park way, I'm rhyming for the cop killer to die
+Nothing sacred any more, take your last breath
+What I am, what I want, I 'm only after death, I'm obsessed
+If superheroes were real, they'd be evil
+So all board to Tel Aviv, take the shit over and never leave
+America's dream, bleed like an elephant fiend
+Heavy Metal heroin scene, forever intrigued
+Caught you with your guard down and your pistols up
+Hit you with the 4 pound and you spit some blood
+Faggot!
+[Outro: Necro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Your Dead(verse 1)
+Ahhhhhh, necro!
+Yo, the most morbid overdose off it
+Like cindy crawfords baby comatose in the coffin
+Im awful, often unlawful
+Crack you with a softball in your skull
+Until youve lost all your memory, every morsel
+Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street
+While you duplicate, repeat
+Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat
+Ive got a gun to pull
+And Im comfortable
+Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull
+Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld
+Where bigger hoes than you didn't come to your girl
+Bustin off like Im huntin for squirrels
+A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls
+And thats that, you bullshit artists
+Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack
+Through an intruders chest right through the flesh
+Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap
+Like hookers from budapest
+
+Chorus:
+Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead
+Dead
+Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre so dead
+And thats what I said
+Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead
+Dead
+Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead
+(so dead) thats what I said
+(verse 2)
+Ill bills seen demons in back of taxi cabs
+My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab
+Or a crack drag or black flag
+Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide
+You and I collide, member suit and ties arrive
+Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated
+Then some other motherfucker levitated
+Talkin bout some vampire shit like hes dedicated
+Decapitated that fuckin faggot then I celebrated
+Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos
+Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes
+Its like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is set to kill you
+Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine
+And under the path of disaster of a bastard by design the blast and I
+Fuck these bitches, love the cash and cry
+And we all sick, quick to torture you
+Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat
+Like you sniffed a pound of coke, youre startin to choke
+
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Keep Firin’[Hook]
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+
+But Tell-lie-vision owns the youth
+We keep firing!
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Madd Joker]
+
+Black and white cruisers
+Bullets with tips made of hollow
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: ???]
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Everlast]
+Once again, back in the house, Mr. Everlast
+AKA Fidel Astro, AKA The Mighty Whitey Ford
+AKA Mr. fucking White is in the fucking building
+A brand you can motherfucking trust!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Clarity[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+
+You can call me Genghis Khan
+
+Broken home kids get loose for chains and kronz
+
+[Verse 2: J-Love]
+
+[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
+I see things clear now, I'm a little older
+
+I have clarity now
+
+But that ain't never gonna happen
+
+I'm tired of all y'all laughingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Owl
+**************************************************
+SoapI had to get high, I was living in the streets. Every time the guy sold his bundle and went to get another one, I stepped on the corner where he was standing and sold the soap to his customers. When I saw him coming... When I saw him coming, I ran off around the corner. TNT pulls up and like an idiot I was showing up, I say you can't arrest me, it's soap. They threw it away, handcuffed me, went and busted him. And made me his co-dependent. And they offered him a year if he confesses, and says I dealt. He said "Yes, your honor, I was dealing," he pointed to me, "He was dealing with me." He walked right out of the courtroom. A year is only eight months in city jails, you only have to do eight months. So he walked out, and I got a two-to-four for selling soap. A two-to-four for selling soap...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Focus on BILLOh, yeah
+What the fuck is up, y’all
+La Coka Nostra in the building
+Bringing New ILL BILL Is The Future Vol. 2
+I’m a motherfucking goon!
+
+What’s going on?
+My favorite entertainment is violence
+I’m addicted to it
+Myself in fact I’m part of the science
+Part of the problem but I don’t wanna solve nothing
+Fuck you, pay me
+I grab myself a Grammy
+I’m a hustler
+Honestly thought, I’m not part of the problem at all
+I’m perfect reflection of the Devil and God at war
+This is LCN - AKA La Coka Nostra
+Disrespect me, homie, I’ma soak you with toasters
+In other words I’ma turn your world into a funeral
+Your life into a bloodbath, your girl into a urinal
+This is true shoot first, we buck shotties
+Coroner comes in a black van and clean up bodies
+Hour of reprisal is the re-up, papi
+You are fucking asshole if you think you can’t stop me
+If I kidnap the judge’s wife, justice to the people
+Shoot the policeman, justice to the people
+Overthrow the government, bring justice to the people
+Wanna hear my new album? This is just a preview
+A little something keeps you eager to listen
+My words hits you like I walk up to your ear with a pistol
+Focus on BILL, it’s my year
+Place your bet
+I’m taking back like a boombox that plays cassettes
+The greatest, the main event when I spray this set
+Bang you in your fucking head until your brain is bent
+
+Focus on BILL, it’s my year
+Place your bet
+I’m taking back like a boombox that plays cassettes
+The greatest, the main event when I spray this set
+Bang you in your fucking head until your brain is bent
+
+Stupid!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Push The Button[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+
+Vultures of every culture
+
+Wall Street terror come in strange packages
+
+Change your opinion like media deceive the planet
+
+I carry a four-fifth with a chrome extension
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill]
+Cause a nuclear apocalypse (Push the button!)
+It only takes one dickhead to (Push the button!)
+Go ahead and press your luck (Push the button!)
+Holy shit, we're all fucked, someone (Push the button!)
+
+[Verse 2: SKAM?]
+
+Check your Weekly Planet
+
+[Hook: ILL Bill]
+Cause a nuclear apocalypse (Push the button!)
+It only takes one dickhead to (Push the button!)
+Go ahead and press your luck (Push the button!)
+Holy shit, we're all fucked, someone (Push the button!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Dead Serious[Verse 1: Verbal Kent]
+
+I got a knife with your name on it
+
+[Verse 2: Lance Ambu]
+I dwell in the basement with the remains of rats
+
+I'm on some Fight Club shit, y'all on Brokeback Mountain
+
+[Verse 3: ILL Bill]
+
+My every verse a valuable painting
+
+A crossroads of sorts
+
+Listen to the way the missiles click into silos
+Like a bitch getting fisted with a dick in her eye holeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Throwback JerseyThey got shit for brains
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+Intro (Septagram)"When you rip off the New York mob, the only place to hide is a jungle where no one wants to look."
+
+"Come on, bitch, where's your stuff?"
+
+"If the cops don't nail them, the syndicate will...
+Make them die slowly!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Goin Out In A Blaze[Verse 1: Slaine]
+If I owned a nuclear bomb then
+I'd sell it to Obama to aim at Osama
+Kill a million people with no karma
+I won't harm a child or civilian
+To save my son's life I'll annihilate a million
+A fucked up thing, isn't it though?
+The whole world's evil, I just gotta live in it though
+I got no problem holdin' a gun to stick in your throat
+I spent my entire life mixin' liquor and coke
+Stick my dick in her throat, C'mon what's her name, Tammy?
+From Miami...
+She likes walks on the beach in fly panties
+She thinks she can sing, wiggling her fly fanny
+If titties and ass were songs, she'd have five Grammies
+Instead there's like five Tammys in every town and city
+It's just that she's a dumb bitch who's now Methodius
+I have a fascination of pain and lacerations
+I face a tragic nation, live inside my imagination
+It's hideous, look what I've done, look at what I've become
+This is what I do; putting acid hits on my tongue
+
+[Hook: Jaysaun] (x2)
+What can you believe when you're deceived?
+When you can't leave and you can't breathe
+You are trapped like rats in a maze
+If we are going out, we are going out in a blaze
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+"Don't worry, it's not loaded." said the man playing Russian Roulette
+Picked up the Glock and shot himself in the head
+Stay back, this thing could hurt someone
+Matter of fact, come closer, put this in your mouth
+Then zoom in for the close-up
+It's a real small world, homie, count your blessings
+There's nobody that you shitted on really forgets it
+Never sleep cause payback'll be really expensive
+Eventually they'll seek vengeance when you least expect it
+Every man dies, not every man really exists
+Are you a real dude or a dude that was really a bitch?
+Would you help me out of a bad spot or dig me a ditch?
+Do you really have my back or are you really a snitch?
+How many times? Sure you've heard the stories
+Multi-million dollar robberies, murder employees
+Now my soul is one step away from purgatory
+They took my kindness for a weakness and they turned it on
+Me
+Sprayed burners on me and left me to bleed
+
+[Hook: Jaysaun] (x2)
+What can you believe when you're deceived?
+When you can't leave and you can't breathe
+You are trapped like rats in a maze
+If we are going out, we are going out in a blazeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Ready For War Freestyle (Remix)You don't like Ill Bill you can s** my dick
+You don't like Non Phixion you can s** my dick
+You don't like my dawg Pro you can s** my dick
+You don't like Necro you can s** my dick
+You don't like Beat Down you can s** my dick
+You don't like Uncle Howie you can s** my dick
+You don't like J Grand you can s** my dick
+S** my dick
+B**h, you can s** my dick!
+
+Verse 1:
+I keeps it gully, peep the skully
+I pump you, I throw a hole through your whole sh**
+I leave you looking like a blood transfusion gone bad
+With no dick, you a hoe, b**h
+The only thing you know is you don't know sh**
+And that's a good thing, peep the heat the hood bring
+I be in Brooklyn and e'rybody know my crew sling
+'nough d**, we 'nough thugs with 'nough guns
+The only thing you faggot cats pull out is butt plugs
+I got this coke-head lesbian b**h that blow head
+That will shoot you in the dick point blank range then jet
+The gangster of love, grimy like Sanford and Sons
+
+Verse 2:
+My magnum's a drug
+Splatter you then dance in your blood
+I bust repeatedly
+I always knew that God hated me, created me
+Threw me on a planet that's afraid of me
+My date of birth will be the day the earth learn to hate love
+At fourteen is when I first heard Reign in Blood
+At fifteen is when I first start to play with guns
+At seventeen I ate my first blunt laced with dust
+At twenty-one I shot Reagan and made the paper son
+My life is Non Phixion, s**, d** and laser guns
+Love junkie drug producer, I f**ed Medusa plus her two sisters
+My clique is murderous, your crew's b**hes
+Confused victims walk around wounded and oozing liquids
+Shoot you then threw the biscuit
+In the dumpster, flew to Kingston
+I f**ed Halle Berry in the bathroom during the Grammy's
+Then ate Roumanian steak at Sammy's
+We rhyme like we never got paid yet, I face debts smiling
+I die in a shootout with eight vets
+Mr. Ill Bill a**a**inate character witnesses in courtrooms
+In front of the judge and jury and their kids
+I'm like the side of the Force that the righteous man walks
+With a big pistol cocked the f** back when I talk
+MOTHERFUCKERS!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Straight Illin[Verse 1: Steven King]
+Uh, I'm a real nigga
+Catch me on the streets before you catch me on Twitter
+Take a look, cops got books with faces, I call it the real Facebook
+Gotta grab my gun, that coochie rapping got a brother on the run
+I’ll be a slumped-on millionaire before a bum
+Take a sit, man, I'm hot like Jamaican Rum
+I make you run like Forrest Gump
+And our 'pliers will bring more than goons
+Shots fired, one bullet hit the autotunes
+Start the violence, a king like Leonidas
+Set it off like Theo, people die over egos, uh
+[?] like "Fuck y’all niggas"
+[?]
+Back up, or feel the wrath of a Mack Truck
+No 4-leaf clovers, this straight bad luck
+Down the road
+I cock back then squeeze, down you go
+I'm a G, you think I'm talking 'bout a thousand, yo
+Knock your ass out like Codeine and Tylenol
+King's wiling, y'all
+
+[Hook: SKAM2?]
+This shit is off the hook, believe that shit
+Stare if you want, we don't see that shit
+Sound like a bitch, can't be no pimp
+So even if you run, you will get hit
+’Cause Bill is illin’, King is illin'
+What more can I say? We street villains
+SKAM is illin’, we straight illin'
+What more can I say? Aye!
+[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
+La Coka Nostra, I'm a cult leader
+Catch me in business class, so clean with the heater
+OZ, a OG, I'm OT with the cheeba
+Overseas with the reefa, Codeine in my teacup
+Jesus Hitler Adolf Christ, bugs on me
+Scrape off lice, drivebys sprayed off twice
+Came back, shot you in the head eight more times
+Then jetted off to the lab to create more crimes
+History is written by the winners
+I’m from New York, homie, the hottest of Summers, the bitterest of Winters
+Bear witness, bear bubble coats, brother Snub Nose
+Uncle cut throats, father fuck hoes, mama loves coke
+Drama unfolds, this is not TV land
+A brand you can trust, say thanks to Steely Dan
+ILL Bill, shoot to kill, super real like the youth of Brazil
+Beautiful girls on unusual pills, yeah
+
+[Hook: SKAM2?]
+This shit is off the hook, believe that shit
+Stare if you want, we don't see that shit
+Sound like a bitch, can't be no pimp
+So even if you run, you will get hit
+'Cause Bill is illin', King is illin'
+What more can I say? We street villains
+SKAM is illin', we straight illin'
+What more can I say? Aye!
+[Verse 3: SKAM2?]
+What the fuck you talking 'bout? See, when this thing is out
+My mechanisms spit a flow even in a drought
+Cool as a Guinness Stout in Bob Marley's hand
+With Biggie rolling a [?] for Martin Luther King
+Fuck who you think you is, I'm everything you ain't
+You only do what you can, I do what you can't
+'Cause on the beat, I'm a beast, I'm a freak
+With a leash long enough for me to chase every pussy off streets that I reside
+Roll 'til I wreck out, add more black to my soul 'til I checkout
+If you ain't fam, I'd never stick my neck out
+SKAM's a cult leader, taking your whole sect out
+And that's real talk for your fake ass
+I'm kinda hungry, dawg, better break fast
+With your snake ass, it's time to mow grass
+If you ain't quick on the dash, that's yo' ass
+
+[Hook: SKAM2?]
+This shit is off the hook, believe that shit
+Stare if you want, we don't see that shit
+Sound like a bitch, can't be no pimp
+So even if you run, you will get hit
+'Cause Bill is illin', King is illin'
+What more can I say? We street villains
+SKAM is illin', we straight illin'
+What more can I say? Aye!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Die Hard[Intro: ILL Bill]
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
+I'm America's nightmare, smiling face of a gangster nation
+Never ask for favours or affidavits
+I'm double dutch like Rancid blazing
+I'm double clutch like phantoms racing
+I'm in the cut like a lacerations tacking paper
+Never plan vacations, plan assassinations
+Truthfully I'd rather draft a business plan for Satan
+Fascinated with hundred million dollar ransom payments
+And dancers famous for fellatio like Nancy Reagan
+I can't be patient, I doctor passports and fast forward past whores
+Guerilla pimp up in this cash war
+About to blast off, listen to the fast talk
+Breakin the sound barrier and shattering your glass jaw
+I'm highly recommended, highly respected
+Finely perfected, the ILL Bill virus, find me injected
+I leave society infected, I attack with a variety of weapons
+Any survivors will be divine intervention
+
+[Hook: Scratched]
+It's impossible to lose
+I push death in any enemy's future, we shoot ya
+You not the truth
+No matter where you're from, you'll be done
+[Verse 2: Crooked I]
+I'm cruising with that super bazooka that'll shoot and ruin ya
+Fuck with my ruby, you're choosing a future with Lucifer
+Sleep with the fishes, troopers will have to SCUBA
+To scoop you up and find you in a net like they Googled ya
+Who the fuck you think you're playing around with?
+Vomit in your ear just to show you I sound sick
+My round spit like a pitcher chewing tobacco
+Get down quick, I'm wacko like Tyson in round six
+My mind and mentality is somewhere around Vick's
+Kill you and your dogs, I ain't talking about pits
+Who you throwing a tantrum? You ain't talking about shit
+Cut your fit out before I cut your outfit
+This is how East Side Long Beachers do it
+Soon as you run for your car, I'ma beat you to it
+Soon as you pop your trunk, I'ma eat your Buick
+Then leave you in your own trunk leaking fluid
+
+[Hook: Scratched]
+It's impossible to lose
+I push death in any enemy's future, we shoot ya
+You not the truth
+No matter where you're from, you'll be doneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Luciferian Imperium
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+Opium Business[Intro sample]
+It took at least sixty centuries to bring poppy's euphoric effects from the cradle of civilization all the way to the opium pipes in Canton... But within only a few decades, modern science was able to funnel the poppy’s impact right into the central nervous system, in one cool blast...
+
+[ILL Bill]
+Yo, I caught the bodies, Frank butchered them
+Grimy like the snatch in a hooker's den
+It's ILL Bill, look at these people, who the fuck is them?
+
+
+
+Bullets penetrate minds
+Exit the brain and penetrate the next guy
+Demonstrate how Death rides
+Tell Satan I say hiEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+People Up On ItGet some Cool-Aid smiles
+
+
+
+(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Brooklyn CatsSchool shooter looking for me?
+Here I go!
+
+
+(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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