Skeme Team, Arsonists, Non Phixion - 14 Years of Rap lyrics

Holy shit, they tried to torture me
Three officers bleed nauseously
They eating pork and beans and
Involved in Pagan sorcery
Super vegan, heard your crew is beefing
Now goons is creeping
Hebrews blacker than Zulus and
Guidos rocking wife-beaters
DT's rocking FUBU up in the ninth precinct
Rusty-pipes no bar types scheming
Through life cheating
Seen the pig get shot in the
Face for the right reasons
Find a way to civilize a trife heathen
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
Then try to walk the subway
Platform with gats drawn
Like a postal worker coming home drunk
And 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 delf
Twelve-thousand unit's
Then I sold another twelve
"I Shot Reagan" was the joint
That sparked the tight chaos
Like stray shots that spray cops
Break up the séance

Aye, white doves are shot
Watch war menace your spot
Main niggas are clocked out 'cause
The underground exploit hot
Melting pots of vandals
Four angles to stop you fake frauds
Forward to get the sawed-off
Welcome to get your Timbs sawed
I'm a lyric evangelist
I never turn the cheek
I tore it off the case, it ain’t sweet
Sour to hot piece
Speak to hear your half-ass
Multiplied by two, boo
Niggas are anal
Through the butt they learn to chew food
Spit it out, you talk shit cubed
Your rhymes are obtuse
Soon you see me split ways
Seven to get the high shroom
Zoom as a power check
Your lady flashing sideways
Battle you for the saddle
Lost the rhythm to foreplay
Nasty king interpret, take delicate
Passionate swimmers
Senator to all religious sects
Tremor to any bigger
Trigger to mental pistol power
Shower your appearance
Clearer, shatter the nearest foul play
Who wanna feel this?

Religious campsites, take my advice
This Game of Life
Holy nights like Hanukkah lights
Amid your gunfights
Tel Aviv with laser sight, Platoon shit
Yo we move shit
Left-wing cats straight out of goon flicks
So Uncle Howie gave them pigs a chase
We here to fit the states
Glenwood Projects made trainer's base
Y’all can’t emerge in a safe place
I turn energy into sensory data in high rates
WHT your TVs and CDs
LSD flash, kill my landlord for seven G’s
Tangle with my clique?
I’ll leave you shackled from your dick
Mexican Magic, pass the peyote and extra clip
Yo, I was bred with a tortured head
Connected with the dead
Kabbalah readings we conquered then fled
Cashless society await's us, forever trace us
You bore me sort of like
KISS without the makeup

Incineration of your whole Generation X
Next context sounded similar to top ten
Must stop when I drop panic
And sink with rhyme thinking
Iceberg your brain state
Got your mind sinking
Open like the Fat Beats sign blinking
Consider it illiterate
You can’t read between the lines
I’m ten times the pen rhymes
You write on blue lines
Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds
Like pussy politicians got political
Prisoners locked down
Knock down and hit you with
The impact of a penny
Tossed off the observation deck
Of a skyscraper
I spy my paper like a board of secret cult
The vital data that can
Shatter government bodies
Rock parties like a boulder
Rolling through a nightclub
One might bug at the fact
That fourteen years of rap
Only got me underground dap
I’m past that like I missed my
Stop on the A Train
Here’s the weight gain from the great brain
Pass the spray paint!