(Verse #1: Life MC Verse)
I originate what others simulate, my words obliterate a track
My killer raps are addictive like I was spitting crack
Launch a lyricist attack on the system with facts
Life's a devil for a rebel, I'm officially a bat
Consistent with wisdom, precision rise a syllable pack
I paint visual pictures with militant scriptures of rap
Born in the war zone like kids in Iraq or children in Palestine
My soldiers mentality keeps me marching through these manic times
I keep speaking excellent testaments to the tenements residence
Every verse has a rebellion sentiment
Like aliens minds I possess incredible intelligence
And vision like Kim Peeks without the autism
The world that we live in a prison, religious divisions
The government's an evil cult trying to control your position
I'm exposing the mission, Life I've come to lay them to rest
'Cus I'm the focal grim reaper, arch angel of death!
(ILL BILL)
This is ILL BILL, cult leader Megatron
I transformed into a Predacon, Uncle Howie on methodon
Brooklyn to the core, system of a down, pistols in your mouth
Your mission isn't now, this is something else
This is how we dreamt about
Risking our freedom while flippin' out
Biscuits in the realm, bitches hit the ground, sins'll get devoured
Spinning in out of consciousness
Riddled without about a thousand clips
We willingly criminally found around and make him maniacally sick
Physically deduct, divide and flip
Four horrific sounds cancel you quiet as kept
Dumping your tire, tuck in your lungs, occupying your breath
On your knees in front of me, begging and crying for death
Demonically possesssed, economically depressed
Obsessed with sodomy and death
My commodity's [a vest?]
Yeah, we launch flames and rob planes
You don't understand yet?
Lucifer's the angel that god pays homie
I originate what others simulate, my words obliterate a track
My killer raps are addictive like I was spitting crack
Launch a lyricist attack on the system with facts
Life's a devil for a rebel, I'm officially a bat
Consistent with wisdom, precision rise a syllable pack
I paint visual pictures with militant scriptures of rap
Born in the war zone like kids in Iraq or children in Palestine
My soldiers mentality keeps me marching through these manic times
I keep speaking excellent testaments to the tenements residence
Every verse has a rebellion sentiment
Like aliens minds I possess incredible intelligence
And vision like Kim Peeks without the autism
The world that we live in a prison, religious divisions
The government's an evil cult trying to control your position
I'm exposing the mission, Life I've come to lay them to rest
'Cus I'm the focal grim reaper, arch angel of death!
(ILL BILL)
This is ILL BILL, cult leader Megatron
I transformed into a Predacon, Uncle Howie on methodon
Brooklyn to the core, system of a down, pistols in your mouth
Your mission isn't now, this is something else
This is how we dreamt about
Risking our freedom while flippin' out
Biscuits in the realm, bitches hit the ground, sins'll get devoured
Spinning in out of consciousness
Riddled without about a thousand clips
We willingly criminally found around and make him maniacally sick
Physically deduct, divide and flip
Four horrific sounds cancel you quiet as kept
Dumping your tire, tuck in your lungs, occupying your breath
On your knees in front of me, begging and crying for death
Demonically possesssed, economically depressed
Obsessed with sodomy and death
My commodity's [a vest?]
Yeah, we launch flames and rob planes
You don't understand yet?
Lucifer's the angel that god pays homie
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