ILL BILL, B-Real, Vinnie Paz - Kill Devil Hills lyrics
[ILL BILL, B-Real, Vinnie Paz - Kill Devil Hills lyrics]
Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopus
The two headed eagle
Thirty-third degree Hebrew
I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah
And the CIA-funded Guatemalan terror squads
The Pentagon’s the TV producer
The war’s the product and the media’s the
Salesperson hustling consumers
Global instability, terror networks
Embassy bombings
A thousand ways to get the century popping
When mobs of people storm
The neighbourhood banks
Riots in Time Square paralyzed by
Suicide bombings and tanks
Confined to evil, rides are regal
Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the
People and then shot in their cerebral
One got away, created an empire made of fire
Now he crying that the CIA
Made him wear a wire
Now he getting waterboarded up
With some pliers
Pulling out his fingernails every time
He tell a lie
Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
Criminal official walk through with
Limited edition pistols
The symbolism twist you when
The clips hit you
Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
Criminal official walk through with
Limited edition pistols
The symbolism twist you when
The clips hit you
So many notches in my belt of
The victims I have accumulated
I got a vision
The light in my head illuminated
Your mind’s scattered and broken and battered
So what does it matter that a
Rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s ladder?
I climbed the pyramid and punch
Him in the eyeball give him a black eye
Take a picture with my iPhone
Now his eye swolled ripping out my sidearm
They don’t like me, I’m ghetto
I spit and get my high on
Tell the truth a lot
Been in this booth a lot
Keeping it raw whether I’m in
A bad mood or not
Open your mind with the venomous rhyme
A rare skill lines born in a cypher
You asked for a square deal
You see me grinning, your head is spinning
The symbolism is just like prison
I’m trying to free you from your condition
I got a suspicion you bitches
Are wishing me gone i’m hitting the chron
A kiss on the cheek and it’s gone
I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian
I’m a Shriner
Moorish Science Temple of America’s Osama
Amun Nebu Re Akh Ta Al Mateen is the father
United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer
It’s wild hard tryna stay on my deen
I’m a bomb, I’m aram son of Shem and Fateem
Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime
I’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team
I’m a force to be reckoned with
I’m the deer hunter
The dirtbag to the underage beer runner
I like cold and snow, never revere summer
If God is a woman then I never hear from her
I’ll chop a tree with my hands
It appears lumber
I’m the definition of lightning
You fear thunder
I’m taking everything motherfucker
So fear hunger you have a soft heartbeat
Fucking queer drummer
The two headed eagle
Thirty-third degree Hebrew
I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah
And the CIA-funded Guatemalan terror squads
The Pentagon’s the TV producer
The war’s the product and the media’s the
Salesperson hustling consumers
Global instability, terror networks
Embassy bombings
A thousand ways to get the century popping
When mobs of people storm
The neighbourhood banks
Riots in Time Square paralyzed by
Suicide bombings and tanks
Confined to evil, rides are regal
Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the
People and then shot in their cerebral
One got away, created an empire made of fire
Now he crying that the CIA
Made him wear a wire
Now he getting waterboarded up
With some pliers
Pulling out his fingernails every time
He tell a lie
Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
Criminal official walk through with
Limited edition pistols
The symbolism twist you when
The clips hit you
Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
Criminal official walk through with
Limited edition pistols
The symbolism twist you when
The clips hit you
So many notches in my belt of
The victims I have accumulated
I got a vision
The light in my head illuminated
Your mind’s scattered and broken and battered
So what does it matter that a
Rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s ladder?
I climbed the pyramid and punch
Him in the eyeball give him a black eye
Take a picture with my iPhone
Now his eye swolled ripping out my sidearm
They don’t like me, I’m ghetto
I spit and get my high on
Tell the truth a lot
Been in this booth a lot
Keeping it raw whether I’m in
A bad mood or not
Open your mind with the venomous rhyme
A rare skill lines born in a cypher
You asked for a square deal
You see me grinning, your head is spinning
The symbolism is just like prison
I’m trying to free you from your condition
I got a suspicion you bitches
Are wishing me gone i’m hitting the chron
A kiss on the cheek and it’s gone
I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian
I’m a Shriner
Moorish Science Temple of America’s Osama
Amun Nebu Re Akh Ta Al Mateen is the father
United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer
It’s wild hard tryna stay on my deen
I’m a bomb, I’m aram son of Shem and Fateem
Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime
I’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team
I’m a force to be reckoned with
I’m the deer hunter
The dirtbag to the underage beer runner
I like cold and snow, never revere summer
If God is a woman then I never hear from her
I’ll chop a tree with my hands
It appears lumber
I’m the definition of lightning
You fear thunder
I’m taking everything motherfucker
So fear hunger you have a soft heartbeat
Fucking queer drummer