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[Verse 1]
[Ill Bill]
Iâm like a Viking in a submarine, Iâm a Spartan with guns and beams
Muggs and me is like giving hard drugs to fiends
I be the cause of this prison riot, spawn of the Israelites
Torture you with kitchen knifes, caught you in a pistol fight
I saw prophets tore from the fist of Christ
Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their systemâs right
I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak
While she sucked her teeth, look into the light, such is life
[B-Real]
So when I hold the mic frighting day and night
Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your face
Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days
The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade
They got hell to pay, me I got hell to raise
Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze
He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze
Without any way to get out of this purple haze
[Chorus: Ill Bill]
Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith
Activate the tape, calculate the weight
Single-handed with the cannon in their face
Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith
Activate the tape, calculate the weight
Single-handed with the cannon in their face
[Interlude: Ill Bill]
Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
Build yourself a bunker under your house, itâs all over
But before the CIA come to take us away
Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze
Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
Build yourself a bunker under your house, itâs all over
But before the CIA come to take us away
Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze
[Verse 2]
[Ill Bill]
I ate some brownies last week and Iâve been high for days
Shouldâve known B-Real was the guy with the tray
Cheech and Chong spliff, twist up an entire eighth
It wonât freeze your nose, the shitâll set fire to your face
[B-Real]
We get higher in the place, still my eyes are clean
Iâm the man in all black with the hashisheen
So many bags of green candy cars that lean
Got a crew so thick man we causing a scene
You tried to hit it the very moment I lit it
You shitted your pants, coughing out your lungs, bitch quit it
We got the greenery and the heavy machinery
And life donât mean a thing to me, bitch enjoy the scenery
[Chorus]
- Album:
- Bass For Your Face
- Pain Language
- Muggs Presents The Soul Assassins, Chapter 1
- Muggs Presents The Soul Assassins, Chapter Ii
- Kill Devil Hills
- Liquid Swords: The Chess Box
- Wu-Chronicles
- Words From the Genius
- Hot 97: Blazing Hip-Hop and R&B, Volume 30
- Vans Warped Music Sampler
- 2 Nasty For Radio
- Best Swing 96, Volume 2
- Wake Up Show Mix Archives Volumes 1 & 2
- Liquid Swords (instrumental)
- Strictly Swing Volume 2
- Ill Rated
- Fresh: Music Inspired by the Film
- The Bomb Hip Hop, Volume 1 (Hip Hop Factory)
- Vinyl Combat
- Hip Hop Soul Party, Volume 2