Clockwork Burgundy ILL BILL (Ft. Goretex)

[Intro]
Get your hands up, fast! This is a stick-up! Reach!

Indeed, I shall reach!

[Verse 1: Goretex]
Rock Cliff Burton vest, precision murder like Phil Hartman
Human delis on Farragut, complete with all the garnishes
Left lane, Belt Parkway, hold the wheel, yo, don’t let it spill
Wave a work on the rail scale then we moving to the Seville
Mortuary gloves, bagging dope in the vestibule
Came a long way, now we mix orange acid and edibles
Rap Mickey Knox, I'm the rabbi with the killer locks
Packages of white, we got our training on stovetops
Likes to get her hair pulled, the '80s coke, we called it Airwolf
Locked my brain in the synagogue, no candles
We the Tel Aviv, got me Vito Genovese
Walking like Lee Van Cleef on killer keef
I’m like Porky from dope fiends, sell junk like Sanford
Ain’t talking ‘bout garbage with them packets of Pampers
Serve fiends like Pete Sampras
Headbands filled with coke, Max Cady shades, no safety
Uzi under the coat

[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
That Clockwork Burgundy, my Glock work perfectly
That cop shot nervously and got popped purposely
Bloodbath in Living Colour like Vernon Reid
Sherm and the weed, burner with beam murder sprees
Kingpin like Vincent D'Onofrio, we mafia
Fuck outta here, make a fucking schmuck outta ya
Billy from 5714 Farragut, arrogant plus talented
Became a Cult Leader like Manson did
El Magico, at Katz's in the pastrami whole
Masked up with the loot, it feels like Howie’s home
Like ’83 in Canarsie
Camaro’s on every block, rest in peace to Artie
I’m that innovation, syntax in The Matrix
Witchcraft in the basements, skin grafted by Satan
Forever meant to destroy mics
My destiny abort strikes
Rest in peace, Sean Price