Info Junkies

Lyrics

[MC Serch] Non Phixion! [Intro: ILL Bill] The ILL Bill collective Suicide King, my sound's a hard drug We God's thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood Like you lost your head Talking to me is like having your fortune read By a fourth century sorcerer th- The ILL Bill collective Suicide King, my sound's a hard drug We God's thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood Like you lost your head Talking to me is like having your fortune read By a fourth century sorcerer that tortures men! But then I walk the subway platform with gats drawn But then I walk the subway platform with gats drawn But then I walk the subway platform with gats drawn [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Like a postal worker coming home drunk that just lost his job That's what we dealing with in Roman times I never liked school, those fucking devils always told me lies And tried to brainwash, but read the value Everybody fucking hates cops And if you blasted one you gained props Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit Picture me selling my fly shit for five percent Fuck that! I be on top going for self Twelve-thousand units then another twelve "I Shot Reagan" was the joint that sparked the tight chaos Like stray shots that spray cops, break up the séance Qualified by a homicide [Hook] The information junkies Open your mental window [Verse 2: ILL Bill] [Verse 3: Goretex]