ILL BILL, Q-Unique, Necro, Goretex - Canarsie Artie's Brigade lyrics

You like to take drugs and hear music
My album is engineered
Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear
I make the Devil do the work
Of God and God do evil
I'm both positive and negative
I'm like two people
Both from New York, New York
So trife they named it twice
Only idiots is broke
The hood is paved with ice
Paved with gold but never let it rape ya soul
Turn the tables on the
Dough homie take control
Fuck not eatin' shot the sheriff
Made 'em stop breathin'
Anybody that ever fucked with me I got even
Wanna be here hardcore homie
But, you not leavin'
Starin' down at yourself prayin'
Maybe you'll stop bleedin' god hates us all
Use your brain to decorate the wall
Put a bullet in ya dome, desecrate ya skull
A world of pain so hot
BILL burst into flames
Psychological, spit it like a person deranged

I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos
I'm not egotistical
Just statin' facts hollow tip bullets
Keep the biscuit full
My rap speaks for it'self, it's alive
It says fuck with me and I'll
Have to murder you to survive
There ain't many like me not too many like me
Too many wanna be like me it's not likely
Ya packin' a sword and a bat
But me I'm runnin' across the
Chessboard with a gat, aimed at ya queen
I don't gotta play this game clean
But, I'm a play it like I mean business
And I'mma utilize my brain to scheme
Rappin', producin', directin', pimpin'
And evil thinkin', clappin'
It's gruesome dissections
I started rhymin' in 88 like eighth
Grade in New York state
The only emotion I displayed was hate
For pigs with gats and kids that rat
Fuck a snitch
You can't blame me for an animal like that

I clash with the mind of a Machetero
And laugh at you cryin' when
I blast the metal
March with a army of darkness until
Ya shotty go shot less
With a cock that'll make
Ya mommy drop topless
Write a Bible quote with his
Blood on the wall
Another horror flick victim is just
Runnin' to fall now the FBI say that there's
A nut on the crawl
It's Q the fuckin' maniac
Brought a gun to the brawl
Pop the tow truck cop from my automobile
Then slide up in the club and
Party with my portable steel
Violence for the violent consumer
Keep ya ear to the beat
Ya eyes glued to the Luger
And true to the herd
Hopin' to hurt ya fancy life
Cuz I pay taxes and vote for the Antichrist
Unholy trinity, vacate the whole vicinity
Scrappin' dignity and quickly take
The hoes virginity

Gore’s back, the fourth Zodiac, sharpshooter
Top of the pack
I keep it poppin' like I'm thrown in Iraq
Y'all know the cult's back
The most hated with the sickest flow
Control freak handin' out cups like
I was Jim Jones bury the rubble
Half y'all live in the bubble
Fakin' my own death to forge
Passports and body doubles
Flash to '86, bubble coats
Toast and sneakers
Slay ya wrists, keep the posse thick
Ropes and beepers dead celebrities
Real life ain't as dope as the movies
Mental funeral the trauma unit
Since it was juvis out the hood groupies
Coke head thugs and rock cuties
Mötley Crüe sluts love to chew
Cock and cop boobies swing the war hammer
See me on tour flyin' the Gore banner
The pigs tryin' to catch me
Out shoppin' I'm so modest
The gods are metal so consider the dream
Elvis is dead and 2Pac, he livin' in Queens