Paul Stanley ILL BILL

[ILL Bill]
We got a black president, the aliens will be here soon
Open up your eyes and your ears, here’s the truth
Beyond blind faith we don’t really know what to believe
The meaning behind these old books could be anything
Who the fuck translated these words from Aramaic
To the language spoken in the empire of the hated?
We the children of a lesser God
Make me want to pull an Escobar
And I ain’t fuckin talking ‘bout Nas
I’m serious like a swastika
Or playing Russian roulette, over hard liquor
Or Hamas after bombing a Bar Mitzvah
Or Israel after bombing the Gaza Strip up
It’s constant, it's tit for tat
Raising our little kids with gats
Throwing gang signs like Bloods and Crips with bandanas on they faces
Sometimes the bandana's on their brains
This prison planet tries to shackle me in chains every day

[Hook: repeat 2X]
Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh
Mullets and bullet belts encourage the best
Entourage of Gods, from Mossads to Qurans
Church Ave. to the Taj Mahal we ride hard