Slaine, ILL BILL, Everlast - Skull & Guns lyrics

Every Kennedy was assassinated
By the Illuminati
They should’ve went to Yankee
Stadium for Giuliani
Said Halliburton impersonated Sunni jihadit's
Or at the Black Sabbath show
Pulling UZIs on Ozzy
Experts in judo and karate
Shooters with shotties
Use computers to rob commodities
Abuse technology produce monopolies
Google and Youtube robbery
Automatic, in other words these
Goons shoot constantly
Starting innocent enough until
The militants come
Bringing bow and arrow nukes
And guerrillas with guns
But sometimes it’s like killing a
Cockroach with a sledgehammer
Buying black market
Hummingbird stealth-cameras
Beyond the gates through the eyes of horror
Walk the seven churches channeling
A fiery aura
Cautionary tale, extraordinary rendition
Torture me in jail and then
The warden went missing

Yo we just talking, conversations with God
Shout at the Devil
Hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble
Under a black flag with the white
Skull and guns on it
Drink vodka straight out of the
Bottle and puff chronic

Yeah I can feel the fire again
The clench in my jaw
The rage in my chest, the stress in my palm
The pressure is on
The message is still reckless
My death-wish is gone my focus is back
I'm sharp and obsession is strong
Critics told me that my message was wrong
They wasn’t listening right
Poetic prophet with the petulant storm
With the testament torn
Smoking angel dust inside of Bible pages
My records was born from
Passion and survival rages
From people seen passing locked
Inside of cages
Running streets and hiding gauges
I’m performing live on stages
As positive as it can be for me
It’s my prerogative
Are you sure you want to beef with me?
Nah you too chickens are too fishy
Smelling faggoty and trashy and maggoty
Holding the liquor bottle nothing
Can stagger me people love to hear stories
Of riches to raggedy
But what about the snitches and
Bitches always nagging me?


I don’t sleep, I don’t rust, in God I trust
Got a blood, got a cash, got a power lust
Got a bag of trick knowledge
And an eye that’s all-seeing
While you’re waiting on the comeback
Of your supreme being
Master technician of the superstition
Doctor and a scholar, apocalyptic horror
Since Genesis I spit Revelations
Within infinite patience I United Nations
I’m the rising sun, I’m the new tomorrow
I’m the skull on the gun
I’m the song of sorrow
I’m the thirteenth hour, I’m the wisest owl
I’m a soul-eating predator, I’m on the prowl
I’m the stolen land, the wisest man
I’m the hidden hand, I’m the oldest plan
I’m the shifting shape, I’m the changing form
I’m the novus seclorum, I’m the coming storm