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A bullet never lies, it always tells the
My words are gunshots that the youth
Assassinate presidents John Wilkes Booth
Put the in the barrel of your gun then *bang*

1: Ill Bill]

Fuck the Source, XXL, fuck any media machine
Or magazine that my team
Word to my comrades in the
to HHC for putting me and Necro on their cover
Their favourite are Non Phixion fans
Your is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her hand
and dead-set, these young hoes wanna fuck me
Excited like at gun shows in Kentucky
I rocked Soca
Saw ten Colombians screaming, Non Phixion god.
be confused, this ain't that bullshit you listen to
We shit that your bitch finger her pussy to
? warfare, songs for hardcore goons
The rest of y'all
that radioactive green chronic in the blunt music
Brooklyn homie run up and pop you a gun music
Break it for the blind, the brainwashed
Religious politicians and pray to the same god
Bloods and Crips, Democrats,
Red and states to represent the sets they're running with
Other play the game too
A named George Bush and his team smoked the entire Hussein crew
Classic example of former turned to rivals
Words ofinhe bible, despise murder, to survival
Die for your set, bang for and Jesus
A public school system and a car that's decent
I'm an American, I need a and a pizza
So I'll you for oil, Mastercards, and Visas

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[Verse 2: the Hologram]

This is a mother fuckin' and slaughter, another story of war
A vision of the purity and glory before
I you before about Leviathan and biochips
And about the second of the Messiah shit
About the motherfuckin' mark of the
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 trapped in the
My rap is complete, with everything from clappers and
Pay us homage as you're praying at enemy's feet
That's why none of y'all can feel the real pain
And of y'all will never know God's real name
Me and Bill is like the and the thunder
Like in 1985, Iron and his hunger
A triflin' brother, me the weed and the 'caine
So I can it up in pieces and distribute the pain
I know that some ignorant shit to be saying
But if I was you and you was me you would spit it the same
You viciously maimed, bleeding in a flame
Till your enter in a metaphysical plane