ILL BILL, H.R. - Forty Deuce Hebrew lyrics
[ILL BILL, H.R. - Forty Deuce Hebrew lyrics]
The truth has been cast aside
We’ve been duped into a vast mirage
I’m a cross between Master
Fard and a astronaut murderous appetites
War games with transit cops
Virginal sacrifice coronate Satanic Gods
Father of abomination like Manson's pops
Blood ceremony, homie
Make sure the dagger's sharp
Crocodile briefcase
Exchange cash with sharks
Diamonds and golden guns
Smashing you with hands of bronze
Rather calm with the cameras on
Trapped between Tetragrammaton and Babylon
I’m a thousand horsepower when
The Magnum bomb with more than enough fire
Power to splatter y'all
It was a shootout at the Grimy Awards
I spent ninety in court
Attempted murder and a prior assault
Beat the case, rolled the dice and I walked
Like a forty deuce Hebrew
Play the corner with a mic when I talk
The conviction of my tape is rape
Wicked like Nixon
Long heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment
With high explosive
I slap-box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
From gutter to glory
Another young hustler’s story
Learn from the mistakes of my uncles
That done it before me
Blitz out with razors, death, horror
Leave children crying
Skitz out like Slayer's Felt
Forum seat cushion riot
Young shooters bring a pistol full
Caught up in their crucifixion rituals
While worshiping Lucifer habitual
The streets raised me
I’m from Brooklyn like Jordan or Jay-Z
To be where I’m from is a great thing
While y'all daydream I make things happen
Get things clapping, spray things laughing
Eighteen, I stopped taking acid
But it left a stain on
My brain that remain massive
Thoughts of perceptional open till they
Lay me in a casket
Until I stop making murder rap
Because the Bible was written by those who
Were convinced that the Earth is flat
And I’ll be dead before this war stops
Praying at the altar of the war Gods
L'Amours Rocks!
Yes, you bring some praises to
The king of kings
And the lord of law is pumping
My new frap of luna he looked to
I’m bringing my Moscone and I’m
Like me welcome Also
I’ve got a mind out of my mind
Oh, I been up so once you love
Either Moscone, boy that’s your low
Boy let us do what she like jerusalem
Il al alum, asrahum jehovia alam
Slash ey lovey steve link some praises too
To the king of kings
I’m the prophet lovay, I got out it
Of the almighty twelve tribes of Israeli
And the only holy god of
Israel and also everywhere
With the purple drink
And the supernatural beings
Super naturalistic kings and queens, yeah
With the purple drink
And the supernatural beings
In the burning bright at the shining light
The will to chill with ILL Bill
We’ve been duped into a vast mirage
I’m a cross between Master
Fard and a astronaut murderous appetites
War games with transit cops
Virginal sacrifice coronate Satanic Gods
Father of abomination like Manson's pops
Blood ceremony, homie
Make sure the dagger's sharp
Crocodile briefcase
Exchange cash with sharks
Diamonds and golden guns
Smashing you with hands of bronze
Rather calm with the cameras on
Trapped between Tetragrammaton and Babylon
I’m a thousand horsepower when
The Magnum bomb with more than enough fire
Power to splatter y'all
It was a shootout at the Grimy Awards
I spent ninety in court
Attempted murder and a prior assault
Beat the case, rolled the dice and I walked
Like a forty deuce Hebrew
Play the corner with a mic when I talk
The conviction of my tape is rape
Wicked like Nixon
Long heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment
With high explosive
I slap-box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
From gutter to glory
Another young hustler’s story
Learn from the mistakes of my uncles
That done it before me
Blitz out with razors, death, horror
Leave children crying
Skitz out like Slayer's Felt
Forum seat cushion riot
Young shooters bring a pistol full
Caught up in their crucifixion rituals
While worshiping Lucifer habitual
The streets raised me
I’m from Brooklyn like Jordan or Jay-Z
To be where I’m from is a great thing
While y'all daydream I make things happen
Get things clapping, spray things laughing
Eighteen, I stopped taking acid
But it left a stain on
My brain that remain massive
Thoughts of perceptional open till they
Lay me in a casket
Until I stop making murder rap
Because the Bible was written by those who
Were convinced that the Earth is flat
And I’ll be dead before this war stops
Praying at the altar of the war Gods
L'Amours Rocks!
Yes, you bring some praises to
The king of kings
And the lord of law is pumping
My new frap of luna he looked to
I’m bringing my Moscone and I’m
Like me welcome Also
I’ve got a mind out of my mind
Oh, I been up so once you love
Either Moscone, boy that’s your low
Boy let us do what she like jerusalem
Il al alum, asrahum jehovia alam
Slash ey lovey steve link some praises too
To the king of kings
I’m the prophet lovay, I got out it
Of the almighty twelve tribes of Israeli
And the only holy god of
Israel and also everywhere
With the purple drink
And the supernatural beings
Super naturalistic kings and queens, yeah
With the purple drink
And the supernatural beings
In the burning bright at the shining light
The will to chill with ILL Bill