ILL BILL, Q-Unique - 14 Years of Halftime lyrics
[ILL BILL, Q-Unique - 14 Years of Halftime lyrics]
Hi, this is Riya congratulations
Eclipse on your
Fourteenth anniversary of the Halftime Show!
Holy shit, it's fourteen years already E
Where did all the time go?
I remember when you did
Your first Halftime Show
Like it was just yesterday evening
Goons is creeping
Hebrews blacker than Zulus and
Guidos rocking wife-beaters
Eclipse rocking FatBeats
Hoodies and fondle up shirts
Him and Riz put in remarkable work
I did this show so many times over
The years for the right reasons
Find a way to civilize a trife heathen
The ILL Bill collective, suicide king
My sounds are hard drugs
We God’s thugs, popping off guns
You lost blood like you lost your head
Talking to me is like
Having your fortune read
By a fourth-century sorcerer
That tortures men
Then try to walk the subway
Platform with gats drawn
Like a postal worker coming home drunk
And just lost his job
That’s what we dealing with in Roman times
I never liked school
Those fucking devils always told me lies
And tried to brainwash, we know the value
Everybody fucking hates cops
And if you blasted one you gained props
Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit
Tiger-striped and sniper shit
None of these fucking idiot
Can DJ like Eclipse
Fuck that! He be on top going
For Fourteen Years of Rap
If you love the real shit, give him dap
Congrats to and PD Cologne too
Wednesday nights at, WNYU
Incineration of your whole Generation X
Better place your bets
DJ Eclipse got the sign blinking
Consider it illiterate
You can’t read between the lines
Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds
Like pussy politicians got political
Prisoners locked down
Knock down and hit you with the
Impact of a DJ skid scratch
With a big gat that'll flip your wig back
Like a board of secret cult
The vital data that can
Shatter government bodies
Rock parties like a boulder
Rolling through a nightclub
One might bug at the fact
Fourteen Years of Rap got me underground dap
I’m past that like I missed my
Stop on the A Train
Here’s the weight gain from the great brain
Pass the spray paint!
Eclipse on your
Fourteenth anniversary of the Halftime Show!
Holy shit, it's fourteen years already E
Where did all the time go?
I remember when you did
Your first Halftime Show
Like it was just yesterday evening
Goons is creeping
Hebrews blacker than Zulus and
Guidos rocking wife-beaters
Eclipse rocking FatBeats
Hoodies and fondle up shirts
Him and Riz put in remarkable work
I did this show so many times over
The years for the right reasons
Find a way to civilize a trife heathen
The ILL Bill collective, suicide king
My sounds are hard drugs
We God’s thugs, popping off guns
You lost blood like you lost your head
Talking to me is like
Having your fortune read
By a fourth-century sorcerer
That tortures men
Then try to walk the subway
Platform with gats drawn
Like a postal worker coming home drunk
And just lost his job
That’s what we dealing with in Roman times
I never liked school
Those fucking devils always told me lies
And tried to brainwash, we know the value
Everybody fucking hates cops
And if you blasted one you gained props
Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit
Tiger-striped and sniper shit
None of these fucking idiot
Can DJ like Eclipse
Fuck that! He be on top going
For Fourteen Years of Rap
If you love the real shit, give him dap
Congrats to and PD Cologne too
Wednesday nights at, WNYU
Incineration of your whole Generation X
Better place your bets
DJ Eclipse got the sign blinking
Consider it illiterate
You can’t read between the lines
Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds
Like pussy politicians got political
Prisoners locked down
Knock down and hit you with the
Impact of a DJ skid scratch
With a big gat that'll flip your wig back
Like a board of secret cult
The vital data that can
Shatter government bodies
Rock parties like a boulder
Rolling through a nightclub
One might bug at the fact
Fourteen Years of Rap got me underground dap
I’m past that like I missed my
Stop on the A Train
Here’s the weight gain from the great brain
Pass the spray paint!