ILL BILL, Tragedy Khadafi - Leviathan lyrics

[ILL BILL, Tragedy Khadafi - Leviathan lyrics]

You know when the time is
Right, everything in sight, man
One hand over the other, man
Both lost the face and the body, man
Shit is all drip, sauce manicotti
Talk to 'em (Ayo, ayo, ayo)

They say our life and our death has
Already been written in the book
Our destiny's set
Hangin' like fishes from a hook
Some say your fate's already predetermined
The way some people are saints
And other people are vermin
Travel colossal, learned anything is possible
Until my daughter was born
I was mad irresponsible
But now I'm organized, comfortable in chaos
Assault the Lord of Lies to
Humble you in a séance
Paid the cost to be the boss
Only built for Cuban links
Like Rae and Ghost, i be sprayin' the toast
Point blank range, played you close
Now your brains stained your clothes
Prayin' for Satan to come and claim your soul
Indulge and keep bricks smooth
Like Swiss chocolates run in your crib
My shooters never miss targets
Listen to these voices that serenade us
In the darkest of hours to let
Us know we're the greatest
It's the choir sounding like they
Crying from beyond the grave
I walk through the Valley of Death
But I'm not afraid
I can show you how to adapt
At any time of day
Or I can saw the shotty in half
And blow it out your brain
Skull & Bones stole Geronimo's skull
Jumped out the window in pursuit
Of an anonymous foe
Institutionalized martyrs explode
Lying naked in a coffin
Like their father before, oh!

Cups runneth over with the blood of cobras
A hundred degrees, smolder
Murder make the summer colder
Cups runneth over with the blood of cobras
A hundred degrees, smolder
Murder make the summer colder

I used to write rhymes in my mom placenta
'88, crack era, ill rhyme inventor
Foreign bitches named My Allegra
(What's up, baby?)
My endeavor major paper agenda
My agenda, the dark-skinned Nicky Tesla
I apply the pressure
Off the no bullshit series
Who really had TECs in they dresser?
Take a shot at my brethren
The best lesson is a paid lesson
No question, abundantly
I create more of a sort of break bread
Sodom and Gomorrah all the mags spray 'em
Y'all know the aura
Two-five, supreme order, get the raw
In at the border, uh
Leviathan, don't be tryin' him
Blood sport, when I spit a quote
Cut your life shorter yeah, who flyer, then?
At first you don't succeed, nigga, try again
Predatorial predator
Ski mask carnivore, homie
What you reppin' for?
My ahki eat the beef, everybody on the floor
I'm takin' everything, until the angels sing
I deprive rappers of oxygen
Reduce their blood count hit the booth
Then I black out like back in the mack out
BILLY got me back in the trap house
Holdin' all the mills in the stacks out
Let's get all the cappin' and facts out
That route, villainous Queens and y'all know
What that's 'bout

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