[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
You like to take drugs and hear music, my album is engineered
Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear
I make the Devil do the work of God and God do evil
I'm both positive and negative, I'm like two people
Both from New York, New York, so trife they named it twice
Only idiots is broke, the hood is paved with ice
Paved with gold but never let it rape ya soul
Turn the tables on the dough homie take control
Fuck not eatin' shot the sheriff, made 'em stop breathin'
Anybody that ever fucked with me I got even
Wanna be here hardcore homie but you not leavin'
Starin' down at yourself prayin' maybe you'll stop bleedin'
God hates us all, use your brain to decorate the wall
Put a bullet in ya dome, desecrate ya skull
A world of pain so hot, BILL burst into flames
Psychological, spit it like a person deranged
[Verse 2: Necro]
I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical
Just statin' facts hollow tip bullets keep the biscuit full
My rap speaks for itself, it's alive
It says fuck with me and I'll have to murder you to survive
There ain't many like me not too many like me
Too many wanna be like me it's not likely
Ya packin' a sword and a bat
But me I'm runnin' across the chessboard with a gat, aimed at ya queen
I don't gotta play this game clean
But I'm a play it like I mean business and I'mma utilize my brain to scheme
Rappin', producin', directin', pimpin' and evil thinkin', clappin'
It's gruesome dissections
I started rhymin' in 88 like eighth grade in New York state
The only emotion I displayed was hate
For pigs with gats and kids that rat
Fuck a snitch, you can't blame me for an animal like that
You like to take drugs and hear music, my album is engineered
Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear
I make the Devil do the work of God and God do evil
I'm both positive and negative, I'm like two people
Both from New York, New York, so trife they named it twice
Only idiots is broke, the hood is paved with ice
Paved with gold but never let it rape ya soul
Turn the tables on the dough homie take control
Fuck not eatin' shot the sheriff, made 'em stop breathin'
Anybody that ever fucked with me I got even
Wanna be here hardcore homie but you not leavin'
Starin' down at yourself prayin' maybe you'll stop bleedin'
God hates us all, use your brain to decorate the wall
Put a bullet in ya dome, desecrate ya skull
A world of pain so hot, BILL burst into flames
Psychological, spit it like a person deranged
[Verse 2: Necro]
I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical
Just statin' facts hollow tip bullets keep the biscuit full
My rap speaks for itself, it's alive
It says fuck with me and I'll have to murder you to survive
There ain't many like me not too many like me
Too many wanna be like me it's not likely
Ya packin' a sword and a bat
But me I'm runnin' across the chessboard with a gat, aimed at ya queen
I don't gotta play this game clean
But I'm a play it like I mean business and I'mma utilize my brain to scheme
Rappin', producin', directin', pimpin' and evil thinkin', clappin'
It's gruesome dissections
I started rhymin' in 88 like eighth grade in New York state
The only emotion I displayed was hate
For pigs with gats and kids that rat
Fuck a snitch, you can't blame me for an animal like that
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