Swordfish ILL BILL
"Swordfish" by ILL BILL, released in 2004, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, street life, and personal struggle. The lyrics blend vivid imagery with sharp wordplay, reflecting the challenges of survival in a harsh environment. Its unique production features heavy beats and samples, contributing to its gritty vibe. The song resonates with fans for its raw authenticity and has influenced underground hip-hop culture.
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Killing snakes that side-wind
Tripping on Jakes and drive-bys
Walk around high, sniff an entire eighth in five lines
Fire nines at you five times
I'll rise from the grave seven days after I died and spit flames
Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes
Spit Molotov's at pop stars and explode bombs under cop cars
Arms dealers that I met, I bought nerve gas and laser rifles
They CIA, they take they names from the Bible
Jesus specialized in chemical weapons and bio-robotics
Met him in Cairo, he was chilling with this guy Mohammed
Ex-PLO Honcho that went AWOL
He sold black market organs at the CIA store
They introduced me to they bro Moses
Pulled out a eight-ball of that Grade-A shit and froze noses
Then they told me bout Ish and Isaac
Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other psychic
They was after me, they was asking mad questions
Jesus told me he suspects that they were hired by the Russians
I always thought that they was cousins
Who gives a fuck, fuck them faggots
When I see them, I'm a buck them!
[Hook: ILL BILL]
It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing
Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing
Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits
It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists
It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing
Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing
Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits
It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists
Killing snakes that side-wind
Tripping on Jakes and drive-bys
Walk around high, sniff an entire eighth in five lines
Fire nines at you five times
I'll rise from the grave seven days after I died and spit flames
Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes
Spit Molotov's at pop stars and explode bombs under cop cars
Arms dealers that I met, I bought nerve gas and laser rifles
They CIA, they take they names from the Bible
Jesus specialized in chemical weapons and bio-robotics
Met him in Cairo, he was chilling with this guy Mohammed
Ex-PLO Honcho that went AWOL
He sold black market organs at the CIA store
They introduced me to they bro Moses
Pulled out a eight-ball of that Grade-A shit and froze noses
Then they told me bout Ish and Isaac
Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other psychic
They was after me, they was asking mad questions
Jesus told me he suspects that they were hired by the Russians
I always thought that they was cousins
Who gives a fuck, fuck them faggots
When I see them, I'm a buck them!
[Hook: ILL BILL]
It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing
Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing
Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits
It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists
It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing
Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing
Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits
It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists
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