[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
ILL Bill and Sicknature spit hatred
All these other cats are dick-faces
I lift trains and throw em at airplanes
Spit flames, switch lanes, my fist make chins ache
And my spit could even strip paint
I think Great like Alexander
Stop you in your tracks like a fam of tarantulas
Crawling up your pants like they mad at ya
Crawl in ya mouth, try to spit em out, crawl in ya eyes
Immortalize, get the blowtorch, cauterize
Torture minds, lord of lies, kingdom of truth
I sound like someone tossed a thermite grenade in the booth
Stomp ya head flat, penetrate your brain with a boot
Your skull with ya teeth
Roll with thugs, vultures and creeps
Third eye wide open while your soldiers asleep
Burst nines watch your whole team explode in the street
It's the code of the street
Here's an award, fry the umpire
Live by the sword, you'll probably die by gunfire
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
ILL Bill and Sicknature spit hatred
All these other cats are dick-faces
I lift trains and throw em at airplanes
Spit flames, switch lanes, my fist make chins ache
And my spit could even strip paint
I think Great like Alexander
Stop you in your tracks like a fam of tarantulas
Crawling up your pants like they mad at ya
Crawl in ya mouth, try to spit em out, crawl in ya eyes
Immortalize, get the blowtorch, cauterize
Torture minds, lord of lies, kingdom of truth
I sound like someone tossed a thermite grenade in the booth
Stomp ya head flat, penetrate your brain with a boot
Your skull with ya teeth
Roll with thugs, vultures and creeps
Third eye wide open while your soldiers asleep
Burst nines watch your whole team explode in the street
It's the code of the street
Here's an award, fry the umpire
Live by the sword, you'll probably die by gunfire
[Chorus]
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