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A bullet never lies, it always the truth
My are gunshots that influence the youth
Assassinate presidents like John Wilkes
Put the message in the barrel of your gun then

1: Ill Bill]

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any media
Or magazine front my team
to my comrades in the struggle
Peace to HHC for putting me and Necro on cover
Their favourite rappers are Non fans
Your is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her hand
and dead-set, these young hoes wanna fuck me
Excited rednecks at gun shows in Kentucky
I Soca City
Saw ten thousand screaming, Non Phixion god.
Don't be confused, this that bullshit you listen to
We shit that your bitch finger her pussy to
? warfare, songs for hardcore goons
The of y'all scared
It's that radioactive green in the blunt music
Brooklyn homie run up and pop you a gun music
it down for the blind, the brainwashed
Religious politicians and thugs to the same god
Bloods and Crips, Democrats,
Red and blue states to represent the sets they're running
gangs play the game too
A blood named George and his team smoked the entire Hussein crew
Classic example of friends turned to rivals
Words ofinhe bible, murder, turn to survival
Die for your set, for Muhammad and Jesus
A shitty public school and a car that's decent
I'm an American, I a blowjob and a pizza
So overthrow you for oil, Mastercards, and Visas

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[Verse 2: the Hologram]

This is a fuckin' siege and slaughter, another story of war
A holy vision of the purity and before
I warned you before about and biochips
And about the second of the Messiah shit
the motherfuckin' mark of the beast
About the CIA distributing the in the streets
A savage ? leave your body in a sheet
He from Brooklyn, I'm from Philly, we was in the streets
My rap is complete, with everything from and heat
Pay us homage as praying at your enemy's feet
That's why none of y'all can feel the god's real
And none of y'all will never know God's name
Me and is like the lightning and the thunder
in 1985, Iron Mike and his hunger
A brother, give me the weed and the 'caine
So I can chop it up in pieces and the pain
I know that that's ignorant shit to be saying
But if I was you and you was me then you spit it the same
You viciously maimed, bleeding in a flame
Till spirit enter in a metaphysical plane