Hell Awaits

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ILL BILL - Rap, Gangsta Rap

Hell Awaits

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[Sample: Scarface (1983)] "Why don't you try sticking your head up your ass? See if it fits" [Verse 1] Students to martyrs, shooters with Llamas, Uzis with armor Cruising through like the Unabomber, maneuver like the army Does Hell await us or is this a living Hell on Earth? But what if life's another kind of test, prepare us for the worst Swerve through the darkest trenches, learning God's perceptions And intentions Through grimy legends, plottin' vengeance from project benches I've learned a lot of lessons, time will test us Comrades ride against us over pride and jealousy, it's kind of senseless I just grind relentless from an environment that's crime infested Knowing my total potential to rise is endless Higher than Everest making it look effortless 'Til the death of us, it's not the precipice but what the message is I know the ledge like I know the edge of a cliff overlooking the rocky road arrival Meet my holy disciples, just a couple killers that's also known to mostly trifle Holding a rifle to your dome while quoting The Bible [Interlude:] "I've got everything. I've got Bennys, I've got black beauties I've got pink hearts, yellow jackets, reds, blacks, speed , Acid, Parkinson Uh, Dex's, Valium Atherox, dragon eggs, Chinese ladies I've got everything, man, you name it, I've got it I've got a pen that'll make you throw up and don't worry about it I've got a pen that'll make you throw up and die" [Verse 2] Raised in the slums, fallen angels with razors and guns Briefcases of drugs, hatred and love, take it in blood Lacing the blunt, we Ultramagnetically raising it up That purple rain, angel dust, the cocaine from the plug Shooters with AKs take a bump, get what they want Run up on you, extendin' the pump 'til everything's done Take everyone's head, end of the world, everyone's dead They said we're doomed to die too and hell awaits us in the end Maybe they right, maybe they wrong though, who are they to say? They afraid, gave up on their dreams, we ain't the same We the rarest breed, there's nothing that we can't achieve But in the meantime pass the weed Word, listen to the beat [Outro:] "Your turn. I kill you!"

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  • ILL BILL