Habitat of the Gasmask ILL BILL (Ft. Vinnie Paz)
"Habitat of the Gasmask" by ILL BILL featuring Vinnie Paz, released in 2013, is a #HipHop track that delves into themes of survival, societal decay, and personal struggle. The lyrics reflect a gritty, confrontational style, addressing issues of violence and resilience. Unique elements include dark, atmospheric beats and sharp, intricate wordplay, showcasing the artists' lyrical prowess. The song resonates within underground hip-hop culture, emphasizing authenticity and raw emotion.
[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
It’s the habitat of the gasmask, suitcase nukes
Exploding iPhones, artificial intelligence to cyborgs
Every man, woman, and child shall be identified
By a microchip implanted and injected in the eye
Peep how they operate, beat you in the mouth with rape
Fuck you in their face, bang you in their crown with shanks
Navigate through crowds of snakes, pounds of shake
Miles of flakes, that dickface’s smiles is fake
Produce rage like Tom Morello out for scrilla
Move weight like an eBay Power Seller
My sounds of terror beat games Mega Therion
Carry on, life is like an epic
The chariots of God, lost children scheming to floss
Sum up’ll cost billions, dollars in digital
Monsters with pistols who transcend beyond the physical
Rocket launcher missiles cruise like the words I use
Until collisions prove catastrophic
Satanic prophets in space capsule cockpits
Watching demons and angels clashing in the moshpits
Welcome to the Apocalypse, the final step, the final conflict
The final concept is not death, listen…
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
It’s the habitat of the gasmask, suitcase nukes
Exploding iPhones, artificial intelligence to cyborgs
Every man, woman, and child shall be identified
By a microchip implanted and injected in the eye
Peep how they operate, beat you in the mouth with rape
Fuck you in their face, bang you in their crown with shanks
Navigate through crowds of snakes, pounds of shake
Miles of flakes, that dickface’s smiles is fake
Produce rage like Tom Morello out for scrilla
Move weight like an eBay Power Seller
My sounds of terror beat games Mega Therion
Carry on, life is like an epic
The chariots of God, lost children scheming to floss
Sum up’ll cost billions, dollars in digital
Monsters with pistols who transcend beyond the physical
Rocket launcher missiles cruise like the words I use
Until collisions prove catastrophic
Satanic prophets in space capsule cockpits
Watching demons and angels clashing in the moshpits
Welcome to the Apocalypse, the final step, the final conflict
The final concept is not death, listen…
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
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