Ill Bill - Canarsie Artie's Brigade (feat. Necro, Q-unique & Goretex) Lyrics
[Ill Bill]You like to take drugs and hear music, my album is engineeredLike biotechnology, attach me to ya earI make the devil do the work of God and God do evilI'm both positive and negative, I'm like two peopleBoth from New York, New York, so trife they named it twiceOnly idiots is broke, the hood is paved with icePaved with gold but never let it rape ya soulTurn the tables on the dough homie take control***** not eatin' shot the sheriff, made 'em stop breathin'Anybody that ever *****ed with me I got evenWanna be here hardcore homie but you not leavin'Starin' down at yourself prayin' maybe you'll stop bleedin'God hates us all, use a brick to decorate the wallPut a bullet in ya dome, desecrate ya skullA world of pain so hot, Bill burst into flamesPsychological spit it like a person deranged[Necro]I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotisticalJust statin' facts hollow tip bullets keep the biscuit fullMy rap speaks for itself, its aliveIt says ***** with me and I'll have to murder you to surviveTheir ain't many like me not too many like meToo many wanna be like me it's not likelyYa packin' a sword and a batBut me I'm runnin' across the chessboard with a gat, ain't that ya queenI don't gotta play this game cleanBut I'm a play it like I mean business and I'm a utilize my brain to schemeRap been producin' directin' pimpin' an evil thinkin' clappin'It's gruesome dissectionsI started rhymin' in 88 like eighth grade in New York stateThe only emotion I displayed was hateFrom pigs with gats and kids that rapped***** a snitch, you can't blame me for an animal like that[Q-Unique]I clash with the mind of a machathettoAnd laugh if you cryin' when I blast the metalMarch with an army of darkness until ya shotty go shot lessWith a ***** that'll make ya mommy drop toplessWrite a bible quote with his blood on the wallAnother horror flick victim is just, runnin' to fallNow the FBI say that theirs a nut on the crawlIt's Q the *****in' maniac, brought a gun to the brawlPop the tow truck cop from my automobileThen slide up in the club and party with my portable steelViolence for the violent consumer, keep ya ear to the beatYa eyes glued to the luger and true to the herdHopin' to hurt ya fancy lifeCuz I paid taxes and vote for the anti ChristUnholy trinity, vacate the whole vicinityScrappin' dignity and quickly take the hoes virginity[Gortex]Cause back to before zodiacs, sharpshooter, top of the packI keep it poppin' like I'm thrown in IraqY'all know the cults back, the most hated with the sickest flowControl freak handin' out cups like I was Jim JonesBury the rubble, half y'all live in the bubbleFakin' my own death to forge passports and body doublesFlash to 86, bubble coats toast and sneakersSlay ya wrists, keep the posse thick, ropes and beepersDead celebrities, real life ain't as dope as the moviesMental funeral the trauma unit since it was juvisOut the hood groupies, coke head thugs and rock cutiesMotley Crue sluts love to chew ***** and cop *****iesSwing the war hammer, see me on tour flyin' the Gor bannerThe pigs tryin' to catch me out shoppin' I'm so modestThe gods are metal so consider the dreamElvis is dead and 2Pac, he livin' in Queens
