Ill Bill and Goretex — Omar Suarez (Septagram 2016)
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Omar Suarez (Septagram 2016) Ill Bill and Goretex02:58
Текст песни: Omar Suarez (Septagram 2016)
Omar Suarez Lyrics[Verse 1: ILL Bill] ILL Bill keep it real like the '80s when we flooded the projects Or like Ollie North when he funded the Contras Like Cody Sky homie we constructed a monster Holding the Glock posting, as we run for the chopper It’s a black carpet event, martyrs and jets start up a pit Who the fuck pop off harder than this When I hit you the impact is like if God had a fist I’m hollow tip my every molecule is part of the clip I’m bin Laden part sick show you're part of the chip I’m not sure beyond the shadow of a doubt if I exist Bitch talked up Papi for discount on the brick Kid walked up cocky got shot in the dick Finance is a gun, politics is knowing when to pull the trigger Electric heretic the zig-zag zigga With the Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head, God descends Wander spiritually dead, pop the pistol through your head Brooklyn 1986, Nike sneakers and Beamers Teenagers buying keys from drug dealers named Jesus We the reason for the Secret Service Posted in trees with burners, exploding like a overheating furnace [Hook: ILL Bill] (x2) I seen the truth rise and fall, their eyes were born Fuck the system, fuck who I offend these whores Shout words that we live but don’t play with it 'Cause when the shit go down you be like they did it [Verse 2: Goretex] They call me matzah ball, I mix it with an acetol Cause Howie told me the proper call when the cops get called Activist clients forty boxes like rocking tour From the projects to going hungry selling rocks of raw Like Nicky Sixx live wire, Spawn born of fire The two messiahs Sou l of the Elohim and Billy Squier The body in the trunk, been smelling for a week What you wanna do, bury it and burn it, then burn leek Belt Parkway like I'm Roy DeMeo Chop you in the tub for yeyo Run it by bengals, piano wire, million pesos If we on the grid we sit with no payrolls Like Tuddy walk with respect with umbrellas to payphones I've seen the truth I got scars from state phones And dead homies, kissing their casket on final way home Demented retribution canted with the congregation Blessed to death, the angel Kabbalah meditation [Hook x2] [Outro from Scarface] That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him. For all I know he had me set up, and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed. But that's history. I'm here, he's not Do you wanna go on with me, you say it You don't, then you make a move1
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