Ill Bill Tv Lyrics - Kill Devil Hills - Dj Muggs

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 my team 

Word to my comrades in the struggle 

Peace to HHC for putting me and Necro on their cover 

Their 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 rocked Soca City 

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 finger her pussy to 

? 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 

Religious 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 ofinhe bible, despise 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 

[Chorus x 2] 

[Verse 2: Ikon the Hologram] 

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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 ? 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 the 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 plane 

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