Amputated Saint ILL BILL (Ft. B-Real)

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
I’m like a Viking in a submarine, or a Spartan with guns and beams
Muggs and me is like giving hard drugs to fiends
I be the cause of this prison riot, sworn to the Israelites
Torture you with kitchen knifes, scorch you in a pistol fight
I saw prophets tore from the fist of Christ
Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system’s right
I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak
While she sucked her teeth, look into the light, such is life

[Verse 2: B-Real]
So when I hold the mic frighting day and night
Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your face
Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days
The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade
They got hell to pay, me I got hell to raise
Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze
He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze
Without any way to get out of this purple haze

[Hook: Ill Bill]
Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is they faith
Activate the tape, calculate the weight
Single-handed with the cannon in their face