Outerspace, ILL BILL - Demonic Prophecies lyrics

I came across a cross on fire
Threw it at the altar for hire
I be spitting so awkward I’m tired
I roll with shooters who’s up in
This bitch with the Rugers
I drip mic in the fluid
I’m the illest and truest
I move with my unit's, I’m unified with goons
We mobbing
I’m taking your life for the price
Of a car at the auction
Don’t take much – yeah, times is hard, yo
Bill got the revolver poking out of the Volvo
Uh, huh multiple heaters out the two-seaters
Riding 9 to 5 rallying hard for Mumia
I spit true ether, either you hate or love it
I break your face in half
Without breaking the budget
Fuck it – I’m as rugged as Brownsville
Badlands
Down by them Killadel, it’s all real
Ya’ll ill to them niggas on your block posted
I can’t tell
And it’s not cause I’m not focused

We came from the days where you
Had to watch what you say
Respect the older gods or they
Had to wash you away tables turned
Now we the ones to bury your body
Demanding respect
Don’t know? You better ask somebody

Everybody gotta die, suicide, homicide
Everyone got heat – Bowling for Columbine
I swear I’m out my mind, out to shine
Out for mine kill everyone if they insist
On dropping dimes
Razorblade your eyelids, sleep on me now
Chill your voice box – you
Speaking like a fucking child
Y’all don’t want it now
Y’all don’t want it never
Y’all don’t want a war with
Us y’all niggas know better
We spot-rushers, whole team come crashing in
The block cover, that’s how we trap 'em in
Lay it all on the table
This time we cashing in
You either love it or hate
It we got em panicking
Don’t make me tap your chin, black out
Pass the Henn' masked men, black tims
Got your block collapsing in
You wanna come to where we at
Sneak a ratchet in
I catch bodies all day – human trafficking

Demonic prophecies, sci-fi odyssey
Motorcycle shootout drive-by’s and robberies
Sheeps and wolves, creeps and goons
Sleeps for? Peep the sour dies and shrooms
Desert Eagle heat, Desert Storm fatigue
Heavy Metal Kings
On a private jet injecting heroin
Nawh homie let me chill
That’s my uncle’s habit rein in the TEC
Don’t make me pop the trunk for ratchets
Ill Bill & Outerspace calculate
Which route to take
With every single chess move
We make mountains shake
Count the cake, a hundred thou apiece
It’s a nice amount to make
I’m about to put it down
Payment on a house today
Never stop whether rhyme or crime
Line for line
It’s always prime time to shine
The cult leader with the chrome nina
I call it Lolita
I set the Lama on fire, you better call PETA