Non Phixion - Info Junkies lyrics

The ILL Bill collective Suicide King
My sound's a hard drug
We God’s thugs, popping off guns
You lost blood like you lost your head
Talking to me is like
Having your fortune read
By a fourth century sorcerer th-

The ILL Bill collective Suicide King
My sound's a hard drug
We God’s thugs, popping off guns
You lost blood like you lost your head
Talking to me is like
Having your fortune read
By a fourth century sorcerer
That tortures men!
But then I walk the subway
Platform with gats drawn
But then I walk the subway
Platform with gats drawn
But then I walk the subway
Platform with gats drawn

Like a postal worker coming home drunk
That just lost his job
That’s what we dealing with in Roman times
I never liked school
Those fucking devils always told me lies
And tried to brainwash, but read the value
Everybody fucking hates cops
And if you blasted one you gained props
Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit
Tiger-striped and sniper shit
Picture me selling my fly
Shit for five percent
Fuck that! I be on top going for self
Twelve-thousand unit's then another twelve
"I Shot Reagan" was the joint
That sparked the tight chaos
Like stray shots that spray cops
Break up the séance

Qualified by a homicide

The information junkies
Open your mental window