ILL BILL, El Gant - Metal Music lyrics

El Gant, ILL BILL yeah
It officially starts now
El Gant and ILL BILL, ha

I’m giving you something you’ve never seen
Listen close, this is not a dream
Wake up from surgery
Feel the doctor poke at your spleen
I’m from a place where a racist
Cop will choke out a teen
Then leave him slumped in
The street and beaten that’s how it seems
Yo, what the fuck you mean?
This life ain’t natural
Don’t make touch on government
The streets are like the capital
And Christianity is magical
They make you think that you
Cannot finish a date
Without smoking, I’ll take a drink
This is not a story
Some think it’s all a game
Most of us sold to the Devil
Just for a taste of fame
And so they pull something heavy
Metal splatter your brain
It’s not a game when you watch
A pistol shatter your frame
It’s pain and pleasure
You mix a little together
Then let it rise to the top and then popping
You get the measure
The president is a veteran
Sodomizing his people
To make you believe the
Words that he’s speaking naturally evil

This is that heavy metal shit
Don’t even meddle with
I keep a four just in case, yo
I gotta settle shit
You ain’t a veteran, I got some medicine
Don’t even act like you’re tough, homie
You’re better then
And this ain’t for the radio
Don’t even play it, ho
The metal music to lose it
You know it’s crazy yo
And this is how it’s going down
Let off a hundred rounds of metal music
Now can you hear the sound?

I’m giving you heroin for your ears
Listen close, homie, this is dope
Get your adrenaline pumping like
You was sniffing coke ride the lightning
Cult leader my mind’s frightening
I drink blood from a human
Skull like a Viking
To toast the death of my enemies
I command an army of blood thirsty murderers
With heads like machines
I’m the future of this piece of shit scene
Abandon all hope and these
Fake fucking faggots
I’mma snatch up all their bling
Got you stuck in the moment, zoning
Advanced but fucked up like cloning
I’m the evolution of super soldiers
Human vultures
Better yet I’m exploding like super novas
Moving in circles of tyrannical
Goons with toasters the face of the Devil
Chased by the bass and the treble
The gunfight erupts amongst fallen
Saints in the temple
This is Ill Bill making the
Metal bang like Slipknot
With twin Glocks, 36 shots
You get your wig popped

It officially starts, the takeover
The takeover