[Verse 1: Ill Bill] My fist is a gun, my fingers is individual pistols System overload, glitches toe to toe, eye to eye, soul to soul Walk amongst the lords of war, soldier gore Calls these invisible walls to fall Mental slavery, skids a metal prison corridor, cult leader orator Since I was a shorty y’all busy with the .44 The black flag represent the skull and the guns It’s like selling a MAC-11 to Attila the Hun The ultimate in cult leaders, adult folk villains Coke dealings in the champagne room with broke feeling So fake amongst plastic piranhas I’mma put you all to sleep in some acid pyjamas Central intelligence odyssey, mind control biography MK-Ultra, extraterrestrial sodomy Way beyond astronomy, double-O like Sean Connery We walk silently with big silencers violently
[Hook x2] Everything William Cooper was talking about then is happening now Malachi York was way ahead of his time too, it’s wild "In the land of the blind the man with one eye is the king" [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] My fist is a gun, every finger’s an individual sword You either living with Shaytan or you living with God I make metal with the cult leader orator Since I was shorty y’all busy with Bacardi raw I cock the .44, symphonies by Marley Marl I would splatter all of y’all, shit y’all never saw before Vinnie and his dogs of war, bombs the size of soccer balls Since y’all was inside the walls tortured with the waterboards Grab him by his throat, take his fucking head and scalp him I carry black metal like I’m Venom’s second album Support Dr. York, don’t believe what’s said about him Strangle non-believers till the fucking redness out him If we don’t like what they saying I guess we have to drown em All they see is the demon lord and death around em I’m made of mercury alloy like I was in amalgam No matter how you look at it cousin death is the outcome
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