ILL BILL - Legend Has It lyrics
[ILL BILL - Legend Has It lyrics]
A drug deal gone bad, dead drug dealers
Dead DT’s
A duffel bag of yayo, at least seven keys
Pool party, shootout veteran
Call me Jim Shooter
Horse Cock, Lefty Two Guns with twin Rugers
Grand Theft Auto, sawed-off shotty party
Canarsie Artie, rep the hood
The rap John Tardy with nines on me
Tell me who you be or you be gone
We squeeze chromes, stop you in your tracks
Fuck up your life like teen moms
One Hour Photo, creep out like Mork From Ork
Use the HK to speak when I talk the talk
Walk quietly and pop with the MP7
Put it to your melon, pop off and empty seven
Split you in half like when my
Mom and dad was divorced
Me and my peoples be the real
Life Gangs of New York i’m so sick with it
I spit it like Cannibal Corpse
We be causing a moshpit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
So who you think this is, ILL Bill
Ride and I’m gone
Horrifying like a Time Square suicide bomb
Beyond and beyond, we let the drama start
Terrorize you like freedom fighters
Exploding on the streets of Islamabad
Unapproachable, unfriendly, untouchable
Bullet-proof, torture you to death
Punish you connect heart
React like Colombian death squad
Funded by CIA drug money, possessed by
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
I put the biscuit in your mouth
Spit it like System Of A Down
Get your weight up
I’m throwing pistols at the crowd
Now a powerbroker
Non Phixion, The Future Is Now over
Prisoners of war tortured by proud soldiers
Tell horror stories
Medal of Honor for war ceremonies
Transport drugs like heavy metal roadies
While they transmit their bullshit
Through television cameras
Super powers throwing their gang
Signs like gang bangers
Fuck CNN, fuck Meet the Press
Fuck Al Jazeera fuck all of y’all
I won’t be brainwashed by the media
Speak it how I live it, powerful lyrics
Leave an entire crowd in hysterics
Popping the four-pound when you hear it
I been the worst thing since
The CIA trained Bin Laden
The kids ride when I pop off
Crooklyn to Compton
I be the crypt keeper, the Grim Reaper
I spit ether guaranteed fatalities
Leaving your wig leaking
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
When I die
I pray to God that I arrive in Heaven
At least an hour before the
Devil know that I’m dead
It’s gonna take more than a single
Bullet hole to my head
You’re gonna have to nuke the
Whole Brooklyn borough instead
I trust nobody, question everything
I’m the king turn the weak into wolves and
The wolves into sheep
Teach you how to kill police
Then dispose of the heat
My foes throw themselves off of buildings
In the throes of defeat
I’m like the Moses of this whole shit
I got bitches that sell blow, blow dick
And suck their own tit's
Choking on weed smoke, we squeeze toast
My enemies scream, "No, please, don’t!"
Get your whole team soaked
We coked out like Chris Farley
The day he died
Survive and your life don’t mean shit
If you ain’t even really alive
I walk off backwards with my
Nines in your faces
While you watch me brainwash
Your entire generation
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
Dead DT’s
A duffel bag of yayo, at least seven keys
Pool party, shootout veteran
Call me Jim Shooter
Horse Cock, Lefty Two Guns with twin Rugers
Grand Theft Auto, sawed-off shotty party
Canarsie Artie, rep the hood
The rap John Tardy with nines on me
Tell me who you be or you be gone
We squeeze chromes, stop you in your tracks
Fuck up your life like teen moms
One Hour Photo, creep out like Mork From Ork
Use the HK to speak when I talk the talk
Walk quietly and pop with the MP7
Put it to your melon, pop off and empty seven
Split you in half like when my
Mom and dad was divorced
Me and my peoples be the real
Life Gangs of New York i’m so sick with it
I spit it like Cannibal Corpse
We be causing a moshpit
Like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
So who you think this is, ILL Bill
Ride and I’m gone
Horrifying like a Time Square suicide bomb
Beyond and beyond, we let the drama start
Terrorize you like freedom fighters
Exploding on the streets of Islamabad
Unapproachable, unfriendly, untouchable
Bullet-proof, torture you to death
Punish you connect heart
React like Colombian death squad
Funded by CIA drug money, possessed by
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
I put the biscuit in your mouth
Spit it like System Of A Down
Get your weight up
I’m throwing pistols at the crowd
Now a powerbroker
Non Phixion, The Future Is Now over
Prisoners of war tortured by proud soldiers
Tell horror stories
Medal of Honor for war ceremonies
Transport drugs like heavy metal roadies
While they transmit their bullshit
Through television cameras
Super powers throwing their gang
Signs like gang bangers
Fuck CNN, fuck Meet the Press
Fuck Al Jazeera fuck all of y’all
I won’t be brainwashed by the media
Speak it how I live it, powerful lyrics
Leave an entire crowd in hysterics
Popping the four-pound when you hear it
I been the worst thing since
The CIA trained Bin Laden
The kids ride when I pop off
Crooklyn to Compton
I be the crypt keeper, the Grim Reaper
I spit ether guaranteed fatalities
Leaving your wig leaking
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
When I die
I pray to God that I arrive in Heaven
At least an hour before the
Devil know that I’m dead
It’s gonna take more than a single
Bullet hole to my head
You’re gonna have to nuke the
Whole Brooklyn borough instead
I trust nobody, question everything
I’m the king turn the weak into wolves and
The wolves into sheep
Teach you how to kill police
Then dispose of the heat
My foes throw themselves off of buildings
In the throes of defeat
I’m like the Moses of this whole shit
I got bitches that sell blow, blow dick
And suck their own tit's
Choking on weed smoke, we squeeze toast
My enemies scream, "No, please, don’t!"
Get your whole team soaked
We coked out like Chris Farley
The day he died
Survive and your life don’t mean shit
If you ain’t even really alive
I walk off backwards with my
Nines in your faces
While you watch me brainwash
Your entire generation
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
Legend has it that before I
War I worship Satan
Drink human blood and have
Orgies amongst Masons
Amongst the faces of presidents
That crush nations stuff a nun, sacred slut
Draped in lust and hatred
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