ILL BILL - Opium Business lyrics

It took at least sixty centuries to
Bring poppy's euphoric effects from the
Cradle of civilization all the way
To the opium pipes in
Canton but within only a few decades
Modern science was able to
Funnel the poppy’s impact right into
The central nervous system
In one cool blast

Yo, I catch the bodies, Frank butchered them
Grimy like the snatch, stash crack
Plus a hooker's den it's ILL Bill
Don’t confuse me with who the fuck is them
I will truly cut off a motherfucker's head
To chop lines and serve drive-bys and sherm
I'm the Heisenberg of rhymin' words
The way I shine up in your eyes it hurts

I'm the type to earn, quite disturbed
Righteous word
Y'all should be quiet and learn
Turn unstable molecules to
Four-fifth bullet holes
Guns spray entire crews
Torture and butcher souls
Cuban Link shiney jewels
Bunch of grimey goons
Speak to hospital beds
Respirators and IV tubes
Thug circles, guns tucked under thermals
Drug murders, puff Urkel, jump hurdles
Blood curdles
God help me 'coz I still kill a man
Explain how but won't explain why, stay fly
I don’t mind the way chain shine
By the way I spray 9s and take mines
While the fake die bullets penetrate minds
Exit the brain and penetrate the next guy
Demonstrate how Death rides
Tell Satan I say "Hi!"