[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
East 53rd Force, duke of Farragut
Grandpa's from Uruguay on some Spanish shit
Skinny mustache, villain cold chillin'
Play Mister Rogers' Neighborhood with a few women
Lived a block away 'til he got a heart attack
I was young but old enough to know he's not coming back
My first experience with death, ambulance was late, he died waiting on his front steps
And that's how I lost my first BFF
The Grim Reaper been creeping around here ever since
I learned at a very young age that everything could just change in one day
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen
Young shooters running up to dump a bullet in the system
No justice, no peace, we at war with the beast
Feed 'em to death 'til everyone of y'all are deceased
Generation X, my teachers all talk to the beat
Rescuing my intellect from the jaws of defeat
Listen
[Chorus: ILL BILL]
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen
East 53rd Force, duke of Farragut
Grandpa's from Uruguay on some Spanish shit
Skinny mustache, villain cold chillin'
Play Mister Rogers' Neighborhood with a few women
Lived a block away 'til he got a heart attack
I was young but old enough to know he's not coming back
My first experience with death, ambulance was late, he died waiting on his front steps
And that's how I lost my first BFF
The Grim Reaper been creeping around here ever since
I learned at a very young age that everything could just change in one day
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen
Young shooters running up to dump a bullet in the system
No justice, no peace, we at war with the beast
Feed 'em to death 'til everyone of y'all are deceased
Generation X, my teachers all talk to the beat
Rescuing my intellect from the jaws of defeat
Listen
[Chorus: ILL BILL]
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen
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