Blacastan, STU BANGAS, ILL BILL - Delete lyrics

Ayo Stu, this ain't never coming out, right?
Watson and Holmes yeah, you know
Watson and Holmes, nigga yeah, you know
Yeah, you know start

I'm a savage magician
A time travelling wizard
A violent technician with
A javelin's precision
On course for collision
After lunch going fishing
Collecting my thoughts for everything
That I'm missing
Escaping a prison, we inventing new religions
Impairing your vision like black
Ops on a mission can't make a decision while
I'm making incision
A chemist in a lab with this nuclear fission
Listen
I can't stand no more whining and bitching
If you can't stand the heat then


Close the door in the kitchen
And stop with the talk about
How much you fishing
Niggas is catching a vibe like
A ball in a mitten
I'm dumping out your trunk
This is live transmitting
No jive when I describe the
Bitches that I'm hitting
Only smash pussy cats, never hit kittens
My notebook is filled to the
Top with good writtens

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All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract
But they lack the new knack
That's coming from way, way back
Coming from way, way
But they lack the new knack
That's coming from way, way back

Yo, I'm that aura that permeate
Through bank robber flicks i'm apocalypse
Darker than what's inside Dahmer's fridge
Make you question whether or not God exists
Building for hours, high on the loudest piff
Sneaker Spielberg, I'm outtie in the whip
And how we burn it, it be cloudy in the crib
Get drunk and start hockey brawls
It's a lot of y'all
Suicidal like Rocky George
I'm OG like Rocky IV
Spread your party like spumante
Or bukkake porn shoot first, die later
I'm the defender of the faith
The annihilator
Blood everywhere smelling like copper pennies
Get shot in the head
Salute you with a shot of Henny
Ill Bill aka go fuck yourself
Only homie that I truly know
But trust is dealt
Murder with ease, murder police
Only heros in the hood: beef
Turkey and cheese
Push you to a mush, shooters at hoods
Spray the pistol out the window
Of the Uber then push

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All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract
But they lack the new knack
That's coming from way, way back
Coming from way, way
But they lack the new knack
That's coming from way, way back

You don't stop, let me plan my
Nah, let me cast my vote
Let me demote another wack
Nigga thinkin' he dope
I'm on stage via satellite, live, remote
Open my coat like a cloak
Then I started to float
I got brand new kicks on, cleaner than soap
Look, lay off the keyboard, sampling's dope
The archbishop in the Vatican
Disguised as the Pope
Tryna raid the whole stash and
Take all of their coke
Call me Blacastanley Kubrick, murder I wrote
I'm the feeling that you feel
As hired murderers approach
Shout out to the west coast, khakis and Locs
And Pelican Bay with lifers
As the riots provoke
Strictly underground, nigga, no yachts
No boats with a braggadocious style
I earn a right to boast
For the rap game, I'd like to make this toast
Man, I catch y'all niggas later
But for now I'm ghost

Subtract, de-de-delete de-de-de-de-de-delete
Delete, delete subtract, de-de-delete
All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract
But they lack the new knack
That's coming from way, way back
Coming from way, way
But they lack the new knack
That's coming from way, way back