- ILL Bill Canarsie Artie's Brigade 歌詞
- ILL Bill
- (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
Im both positive and negative, Im 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
****** not eatin shot the sheriff, made em stop breathin
Anybody that ever ****** with me I got even
Wanna be here hardcore homie but you not leavin
Starin down at yourself prayin maybe youll stop bleedin
God hates us all, use a brick 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)
Im one of Brooklyns best sickos, Im not egotistical
Just statin facts hollow tip bullets keep the biscuit full
My rap speaks for itself, its alive
It says ****** with me and Ill have to murder you to survive
Their aint many like me not too many like me
Too many wanna be like me its not likely
Ya packin a sword and a bat
But me Im runnin across the ches******oard with a gat, aint that ya queen
I dont gotta play this game clean
But Im a play it like I mean business and Im a utilize my brain to scheme
Rap been producin directin pimpinan evil thinkin clappin
Its gruesome dissections
I started rhymin in 88 like eighth grade in New York state
The only emotion I displayed was hate
From pigs with gats and kids that rapped
* ***** a snitch, you cant blame me for an animal like that
(Q-Unique)
I clash with the mind of a machathetto
And laugh if you cryin when I blast the metal
March with an army of darkness until ya shotty go shot less
With a **** thatll 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
Its Q the ****** 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)
Cause back to before zodiacs, sharpshooter, top of the pack
I keep it poppin like Im thrown in Iraq
Yall 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 yall live in the bubble
Fakin my own death to forge passports and body doubles
Flash to 86, bubble coats toast and sneakers
Slay yawrists, keep the posse thick, ropes and beepers
Dead celebrities, real life aint as **** 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 **** and cop boobies
Swing the war hammer, see me on tour flyin the Gor banner
The pigs tryin to catch me out shoppin Im so modest
The gods are metal so consider the dream
Elvis is dead and 2Pac, he livin in Queens
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