[Verse 1: Goretex]
Here's your ticket, ain't nothing more sick than Terrordome
I walk the path of righteous even when foul like Joe Pepitone
The clock awoke me, it was like a quarter past six
Got out of bed depressed
Home with the kids talking 'bout real shit
Non Phixion, if you ain't down with us, then you a victim
We stay tight like killers up north a new religion
The ghetto's hell filled with bad luck and born thieves
Impossible greed throughout the projects, mothers with blunt weed
Dance like Sam Jackson for rocks, aim at the cops
Camouflage able to sensitize devils with red dots
I take Hashem's orders keep my team closer to Mexican borders
With no pausing, full outstanders, ghetto supporters
[Hook: ILL BILL]
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to Lose
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to Lose
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to Lose
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to Lose
[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
My Babel Tower serenade displays the worldly terror devils made
They spread the plague of AIDS through Medicaid
And then they pray to idols made of gold
Drinking blood and marking scrolls cold
Broken skulls on top of frozen totem poles
Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level-headed
While these other cats are way too stupid so I doubt they'll ever get it
You can't change somebody ignorant that wants to be like that
It's like detoxing someone hooked on coke
Who won't stop smoking crack
Jaded what? Unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeaking
Sticking these normally peaceful people they cock kicking
Situations we escape, police station interrogation
I stay a Caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation
I got the sharpest shank
I fuck you up like you had chicken pox
And got your ass thrown in a piranha tank
Twisting the blitz of hot Non Phixion cataclysm
Shatter your vision like a gat blastin' at your children
Here's your ticket, ain't nothing more sick than Terrordome
I walk the path of righteous even when foul like Joe Pepitone
The clock awoke me, it was like a quarter past six
Got out of bed depressed
Home with the kids talking 'bout real shit
Non Phixion, if you ain't down with us, then you a victim
We stay tight like killers up north a new religion
The ghetto's hell filled with bad luck and born thieves
Impossible greed throughout the projects, mothers with blunt weed
Dance like Sam Jackson for rocks, aim at the cops
Camouflage able to sensitize devils with red dots
I take Hashem's orders keep my team closer to Mexican borders
With no pausing, full outstanders, ghetto supporters
[Hook: ILL BILL]
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to Lose
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to Lose
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to Lose
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to Lose
[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
My Babel Tower serenade displays the worldly terror devils made
They spread the plague of AIDS through Medicaid
And then they pray to idols made of gold
Drinking blood and marking scrolls cold
Broken skulls on top of frozen totem poles
Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level-headed
While these other cats are way too stupid so I doubt they'll ever get it
You can't change somebody ignorant that wants to be like that
It's like detoxing someone hooked on coke
Who won't stop smoking crack
Jaded what? Unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeaking
Sticking these normally peaceful people they cock kicking
Situations we escape, police station interrogation
I stay a Caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation
I got the sharpest shank
I fuck you up like you had chicken pox
And got your ass thrown in a piranha tank
Twisting the blitz of hot Non Phixion cataclysm
Shatter your vision like a gat blastin' at your children
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