[Verse 1: Slaine]
It was the time of his life, a capitalist with a communist wife
The Bushes are reptilians and Obama is white
I can feel it in the air, I got some bad karma tonight
Something is wrong, I think my mom is right
I never should have left but quitting is good as death
It had to be written, you cats had to be put in check
I made a lot of moves you dudes wouldn’t get
I walked a lot of places in this world you couldn’t step
I paid dues and made fools out of you fake goons
Seen eight noons straight, I can’t sleep, I hate (?)
I sniff coke from plates, spoons, dollar bills, and shaved poon
Tang, headed for the grave soon
I’m just getting iller with my thoughts lately
I would feel depressed if you started to not hate me
I’m paranoid, nodding off dreaming of getting shot
Waking up, hopping in the Navi with the Glock
[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
You pushed my buttons, so here comes the nuclear man
This beat’s disgusting, reminds me of a whore with crabs
Came to power in Canarsie, southeast of Marcie
Kamikaze Anunnakis on Kawasakis
Bandana-faced killer call my chopper Tchotchke
And say if I’m amongst the chosen ones, then God’s a Nazi
Haitian earthquakes, Hawaiian tsunamis
Arms dealers buying from Commies
Violence and murder, riots surround me
King’s County preaches strength proudly, think rowdy
When we hit ground zero bro, we bend soundwaves
Never doubt we’re passionate like a Taliban firefight
Cameramen die for the story but what’s the final price of life?
What’s the science of the trife? Why do we exist?
Civilization is brainwashed, society is sick
I’m like a 1985 subway train ride
Get your chain robbed or stage dive
We stay live!
It was the time of his life, a capitalist with a communist wife
The Bushes are reptilians and Obama is white
I can feel it in the air, I got some bad karma tonight
Something is wrong, I think my mom is right
I never should have left but quitting is good as death
It had to be written, you cats had to be put in check
I made a lot of moves you dudes wouldn’t get
I walked a lot of places in this world you couldn’t step
I paid dues and made fools out of you fake goons
Seen eight noons straight, I can’t sleep, I hate (?)
I sniff coke from plates, spoons, dollar bills, and shaved poon
Tang, headed for the grave soon
I’m just getting iller with my thoughts lately
I would feel depressed if you started to not hate me
I’m paranoid, nodding off dreaming of getting shot
Waking up, hopping in the Navi with the Glock
[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
You pushed my buttons, so here comes the nuclear man
This beat’s disgusting, reminds me of a whore with crabs
Came to power in Canarsie, southeast of Marcie
Kamikaze Anunnakis on Kawasakis
Bandana-faced killer call my chopper Tchotchke
And say if I’m amongst the chosen ones, then God’s a Nazi
Haitian earthquakes, Hawaiian tsunamis
Arms dealers buying from Commies
Violence and murder, riots surround me
King’s County preaches strength proudly, think rowdy
When we hit ground zero bro, we bend soundwaves
Never doubt we’re passionate like a Taliban firefight
Cameramen die for the story but what’s the final price of life?
What’s the science of the trife? Why do we exist?
Civilization is brainwashed, society is sick
I’m like a 1985 subway train ride
Get your chain robbed or stage dive
We stay live!
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