Canarsie Artie's Brigade

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ILL BILL] You like to take drugs and hear music? My album is engineered Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear I make the Devil do the work of God and God do evil I'm both positive and negative, I'm like two people Both from New York, New York, so trife, they named it twice Only idiots is broke, the hood is paved with ice Paved with gold but never let it rape ya soul Turn the tables on the dough, homie, take control Fuck not eatin', shot the sheriff, made 'em stop breathin' Anybody that ever fucked with me, I got even Wanna be here hardcore, homie, but you not leavin' Starin' down at yourself prayin' maybe you'll stop bleedin' God hates us all, use your brain to decorate the wall Put a bullet in ya dome, desecrate ya skull A world of pain so hot, BILL burst into flames Psychological, spit it like a person deranged [Verse 2: Necro] I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical Just statin' facts, hollow tip bullets keep the biscuit full My rap speaks for itself, it's alive It says fuck with me and I'll have to murder you to survive There ain't many like me, not too many like me Too many wanna be like me, it's not likely Ya packin' a sword and a bat But me, I'm runnin' across the chessboard with a gat, aimed at ya queen I don't gotta play this game clean But I'ma play it like I mean business and I'mma utilize my brain to scheme Rappin', producin', directin', pimpin' and evil thinkin', clappin' (Baow) It's gruesome dissections I started rhymin' in '88 like 8th grade in New York state The only emotion I displayed was hate For pigs with gats and kids that rat Fuck a snitch, you can't blame me for an animal like that [Verse 3: Q-Unique] I clash with the mind of a Machetero And laugh at you cryin' when I blast the metal March with a army of darkness until ya shotty go shot less With a cock that'll make ya mommy drop topless Write a Bible quote with his blood on the wall Another horror flick victim is just, runnin' to fall Now the FBI say that there's a nut on the crawl It's Q the fuckin' maniac, brought a gun to the brawl Pop the tow truck cop from my automobile Then slide up in the club and party with my portable steel (Woo) Violence for the violent consumer, keep ya ear to the beat Ya eyes glued to the Luger and true to the herd Hopin' to hurt ya fancy life Cuz I pay taxes and vote for the Antichrist Unholy trinity, vacate the whole vicinity Scrapin' dignity and quickly take the hoes virginity [Verse 4: Goretex] Gore's back, the fourth Zodiac, sharpshooter, top of the pack I keep it poppin' like I'm thrown in Iraq Y'all know the cult's back, the most hated with the sickest flow Control freak handin' out cups like I was Jim Jones Bury the rubble, half y'all live in the bubble Fakin' my own death to forge passports and body doubles Flash to '86, Bubble coats, toast and sneakers Slayer riffs, keep the posse thick, ropes and beepers Dead Celebrities, real life ain't as dope as the movies Mental Funeral, the trauma unit since it was juvies Out the hood groupies, cokehead thugs and rock cuties Mötley Crüe sluts love to chew cock and cop oolies? Swing the war hammer, see me on tour flyin' the Gore banner The pigs tryna catch me on Shoppers, I'm so modest The gods of metal so considered a dream Elvis is dead and 2Pac, he livin' in Queens