Heavy Metal Kings - Keeper Of The Seven Keys Lyrics
Yeah, Heavy Metal KingsIll Bill, Vinnie Paz[Incomprehensible]Walked in, both of us looked like terroristsWalked in, both of us looked like terroristsMasks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle thisWhen y'all was *****ing around with BushI was running with SaddamPuffing on the kush and building with the imamThe only thing you mother*****ers set was the alarmI'm stronger than the mother*****ing Tet in VietnamWhoever wanna knuckle up will be deformedPraying to the altar of the church and reading psalmsI don't mean weapons when I say that I'm dealing armsI chop a mother*****ing body up and feed the dogsMe and Billy ain't even deities, we the godsYou a faggot, we the O-Gs that's in the yardOnly a select few believe in FardThe rest gonna meet with Shaitan to bleed and starveLeft hook astronomy, you seeing starsIf I ain't in the studio drunk, I be in barsBill buck-fifty, this ***** and leave a scarYou might own a team, believe the league is oursWalked in, both of us looked like terroristsWalked in, both of us looked like terroristsMasks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle thisWalked in, both of us looked like terroristsWalked in, both of us looked like terroristsMasks on, second floorHe was the keeper of the seven keys, eighteen a brickA hundred and twenty-six thousand in a briefcaseGive me my shitIt had the look that said, "I am the power"The white angel with a scorpion brandedAcross the particles of powderMartyrs in the tower, owls, apocalyptic hourSound of pistol shower, crowning a system that devourMysticism shrouded in whispers, profound with an interestPush a button and blow you up with a bomb from a distanceLike for instance in the parked car across from the precinctLooking out my window watching your window falling to piecesBombing emergency, counterinsurgency, serpents fleeFurnished by me, sponsored courtesy of the murder spreeUsing religion, science versus superstitionCame from the future to teach us how we overthrew the systemHe lost an eye and several fingers on his right handLetter bomb sent to him by unidentified fansThe truth was never revealed, he retired to an island near FijiSo his past would never reappearOr so he thought until he caught some unidentifiable virusThey say he has five weeks to liveWalked in, both of us looked like terroristsWalked in, both of us looked like terroristsMasks on, second floor dunn yo, I handle thisWalked in, both of us looked like terroristsWalked in, both of us looked like terroristsMasks on, second floor dunn yo, I handle this
