Every Kennedy was assassinated by the Illuminati They should’ve went to Yankee Stadium for Giuliani Said Halliburton impersonated Sunni jihadits Or at the Black Sabbath show pulling Uzis on Ozzy Experts in Judo and Karate Shooters with shotties use computers to rob commodities Abuse technology, produce monopolies Google and Youtube robbery are automatic, in other words these goons shoot constantly Start innocent enough until the militants come Bringing bow and arrow nukes and guerrillas with guns But sometimes it’s like killing a cockroach with a sledgehammer Buying black market hummingbird stealth cameras Beyond the gates through the eyes of horror Walk the seven churches channel and the fiery aura Cautionary tale, extraordinary rendition Torture me in jail and then the warden went missing
[Chorus: Ill Bill]
Yo we just talking, conversations with God Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic
Yo we just talking, conversations with God Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic
[Verse 2: Slaine]
Yeah I can feel the fire again, the clench in my jaw The rage in my chest, the stress in my palm, the pressure is on The message is still reckless, my death wish is gone My focus is back, no stopping, my obsession is strong Critics told me that my message is wrong, they wasn’t listening right Poetic prophet with the petulant storm With the testament torn, smoking angel dust inside of Bible pages My records was born from passion and survival rages From people seen passing locked inside of cages Running streets and hiding gauges, I’m performing live on stages As positive as it can be for me It’s my prerogative, are you sure you want to beef with me? Nah you too chickens are ? smelling faggoty and trashy and maggoty Holding the liquor bottle nothing can stagger me People love to hear stories of riches to raggedy But what about the snitches and bitches always nagging me?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Everlast]
I don’t sleep, I don’t rust, in God I trust Got a blood, got a cash, got a power lust Got a bag of trick knowledge and an eye that’s all-seeing While you’re waiting on the comeback of your supreme being Master technician of the superstition Doctor and a scholar, Apocalyptic horror Since Genesis I spit Revelations Within infinite patience I united nations I’m the rising sun, I’m the new tomorrow I’m the skull on the gun, I’m the song of sorrow I’m the thirteenth arrow, I’m the wisest owl I’m a soul-eating predator, I’m on the prowl I’m the stolen land, the wisest man I’m the hidden hand, I’m the oldest plan I’m the shifting shape, I’m the changing form I’m the novus seclorum, I’m the coming storm