ILL BILL, Chace Infinite - Secrets Worth Dying For lyrics

Live in the shadow of alien tribes with
Eyes the size of flying saucers
Funeral assassins spraying automatics
Out of coffins
Creeps with Lamas bogart like Feech LaManna
? supreme Japanese piranhas
Freezing the spinal
Draw, die first, Russian fanatics
If sleep is the cousin of death then
Death is the cousin of sadness
Murder’s the cousin of madness
Love is the cousin of that bitch
I smash shit, give me my money I’m anxious
Crisp hundreds in the envelope
Dookie on the?
Spit roughish with the hella flow
Hootie on the blow
Buy up arms, Molotovs, Irish car bombs
Wild out squads, I body those
Nine in my palm
Only the dead have seen the end of war
We use the tools of vengeance
Fuck interrogation room confessions
Keep your mouth shut
I’d rather stay true to friendship
And follow that rule until everything
I knew has ended

I’m like a meteorite
I’m like graffiti you write
If you knew the meaning of life
Amongst the greedy and trife
Two hundred forty thousand miles of neural
Threads in the human brain
Enough to stretch from planet Earth
To the moon’s terrain
All I need is nine millimeters to think
I put it in perfect perspective
So that people can take
Time to digest my thoughts
Connect to receiver
Slice heads with swords drench you with ether

Maybe you been handed yourself one of them
First class tickets to the resurrection
Religious symbolism
The diamonds witness perfection
Shocking and horrific monstrosity
Monolithic iconic I’m scientific
Like that runaway satellite that
Crashed to the Earth
The one they didn’t tell us about
Our planet is cursed
Ever since the mysteries of the pyramids
My fingerprints, DNA
Retinal scans experience
Have been most helpful
Navigated through the dead pool
But told you about them guys
With eyes like head wounds
Biokinetic ooze they drool
You read about them in these books
You didn’t get from school
This is not an exercise
This is fullblown thermonuclear war
Get your radiation suit's on
We shooters and more
We the most vocal outerspace post-global
Fifty years ago I wrote quotables
Now I accept the Nobel

While ministers hope and cover the
Truth from the populous
I resurrect the light down
And save this metropolis
Where cops are just looking for ops to
Rob us and set us up
It’s second nature in the streets of America
Where devils have us incarcerated
Like savage animals
At the hands of a system designed to kill us
They plan to do damage with psychological
Tools more than banana clips
Something simple like making
Cannibalism glamorous
Cult symbols hidden inside of
Movies behind the crucifix
Lucifer’s influence is evident in numerous
Everyday objects, the dollar bill, CBS
The gleaming eye of Horus big
Brother watching your every step
Moving up the ladder with Jacob
Until you break your neck
We ain’t concerned with who’s a Mason
We facing death nigga we all masons
Bricks working to cheques
Paranoid leaders singing orders
Through a text
Skull and Bones terror bomb symbolize death
Fists symbolize powers, hands symbolize sex