14 Years of Rap Skeme Team (Ft. Arsonists & Non Phixion)

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Holy shit, they tried to torture me, three officers bleed nauseously
They eating pork and beans and involved in Pagan sorcery
Super vegan, heard your crew is beefing, now goons is creeping
Hebrews blacker than Zulus and Guidos rocking wife-beaters
DT's rocking FUBU up in the ninth precinct
Rusty-pipes no-bar types scheming through life cheating
Seen the pig get shot in the face for the right reasons
Find a way to civilize a trife heathen
The ILL BILL Collective, Suicide King, my sound's a hard drug
We God’s thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood
Like you lost your head
Talking to me is like having your fortune read
By a fourth century sorcerer that tortures men
Then try to walk the subway platform with gats drawn
Like a postal worker coming home drunk, and just lost his job
That’s what we dealing with in Roman times
I never liked school, those fucking devils always told me lies
And tried to brainwash, but read the value
Everybody fucking hates cops
And if you blasted one you gained props
Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit
Picture me selling my fly shit for five percent
Fuck that, I be on top going for delf
Twelve-thousand units, then I sold another twelve
"I Shot Reagan" was the joint that sparked the tight chaos
Like stray shots that spray cops, break up the séance