Forty Deuce Hebrew - Ill Bill, H.R. of Bad Brains

The truth has been cast aside

We’ve been duped into a vast mirage

I’m a cross between Master Fard and a astronaut

Murderous appetites, war games with transit cops

Virginal sacrifice coronate Satanic Gods

Father of abomination like Manson’s pops

Blood ceremony, homie, make sure the dagger’s sharp

Crocodile briefcase, exchange cash with sharks

Diamonds and golden guns, smashing you with hands of bronze

Rather calm with the cameras on

Trapped between Tetragrammaton and Babylon

I’m a thousand horsepower when the Magnum bomb

With more than enough fire power to splatter y’all

It was a shootout at the Grimy Awards

I spent ninety in court

Attempted murder and a prior assault

Beat the case, rolled the dice and I walked

Like a forty deuce Hebrew, play the corner with a mic when I talk

The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon

Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in

Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive

I slap-box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph

From gutter to glory, another young hustler’s story

Learn from the mistakes of my uncles that done it before me

Blitz out with razors, death, horror, leave children crying

Skitz out like Slayer’s Felt Forum seat cushion riot

Young shooters bring a pistol full

Caught up in their crucifixion rituals

While worshiping Lucifer habitual

The streets raised me, I’m from Brooklyn like Jordan or Jay-Z

To be where I’m from is a great thing

While y’all daydream I make things happen

Get things clapping, spray things laughing

Eighteen I stopped taking acid,

But it left a stain on my brain that remain massive

Thoughts of perceptional open till they lay me in a casket

Until I stop making murder rap

Because the Bible was written by those who were convinced that the Earth is flat

And I’ll be dead before this war stops

Praying at the altar of the war Gods

L’Amours Rocks!

(Hook x4)

Yes, you bring some praises to the king of kings

And the lord of law is pumping my new frap of luna

He looked to, I’m bringing my Moscone and I’m like me welcome Also…

I’ve got a mind out of my mind

Oh I been up so once you love

Either Moscone, boy that’s your low

Boy let us do what she like

Jerusalem

Il al alum, asrahum

Jehovia alam

Slash ey lovey

Steve link some praises too, to the king of kings

I’m the prophet lovay, I got out it

Of the almighty twelve tribes of Israeli

And the only holy god of Israel and also everywhere

With the purple drink

And the supernatural beings

Super-naturalistic kings and queens, yeah

With the purple drink

And the supernatural beings

In the burning bright

At the shining light

The will to chill with ILL Bill…