14 Years of Rap

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ILL BILL] Holy shit, they tried to torture me, three officers bleed nauseously They eating pork and beans and involved in Pagan sorcery Super vegan, heard your crew is beefing, now goons is creeping Hebrews blacker than Zulus and Guidos rocking wife-beaters DT's rocking FUBU up in the ninth precinct Rusty-pipes no-bar types scheming through life, cheating Seen the pig get shot in the face for the right reasons Find a way to civilize a trife heathen 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 Then try to walk the subway platform with gats drawn Like a postal worker coming home drunk, and 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 delf Twelve-thousand units, then I sold another twelve "I Shot Reagan" was the joint that sparked the tight chaos Like stray shots that spray cops, break up the séance [Verse 2: Jise One] Aye, white doves are shot, watch war menace your spot Main niggas are clocked out 'cause the underground exploit hot Melting pots of vandals, four angles to stop you fake frauds Four would get cha sawed-off, vocals to get ya temp soar I'm a lyric evangelist, I never turn the cheek I tore it off the case, it ain't sweet, sour to hot piece Speak to hear your half-ass multiplied by two, boo Niggas are anal, through the butt they learn to chew food Spit it out, you talk shit cubed, your rhymes are obtuse Soon you see me split ways, seven to get the high shroom Zoom as a power check your lady flashing sideways Battle you for the saddle, lost the rhythm to foreplay Nasty king interpret, take delicate, passionate swimmers Senator to all religious sects, tremor to any bigger Trigger to mental pistol power, shower your appearance Clearer, shatter the nearest foul play, who wanna feel this? [Verse 3: Goretex] Religious campsites, take my advice, this Game of Life Holy nights like Hanukkah lights amid your gunfights Tel Aviv with laser sight, Platoon shit, yo we move shit Left-wing cats straight out of goon flicks So Uncle Howie gave them pigs a chase We here to fit the states, Glenwood Projects made trainer's base Y'all can't emerge in a safe place I turn energy into sensory data in high rates WHT your TVs and CDs LSD flash, kill my landlord for seven G's Tangle with my clique? I'll leave you shackled from your dick Mexican Magic, pass the peyote and extra clip Yo, I was bred with a tortured head Connected with the dead Kabbalah readings; we conquered then fled Cashless society awaits us, forever trace us You bore me sort of like KISS without the makeup [Verse 4: Q-Unique] Incineration of your whole Generation X Next context sounded similar to top ten Must stop when I drop panic and sink with rhyme thinking Iceberg your brain state, got your mind sinking Open like the Fat Beats sign blinking Consider it illiterate, you can't read between the lines I'm ten times the pen rhymes you write on blue lines Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds Like pussy politicians got political prisoners locked down Knock down and hit you with the impact of a penny Tossed off the observation deck of a skyscraper I spy my paper like a board of secret cult The vital data that can shatter government bodies Rock parties like a boulder rolling through a nightclub One might bug at the fact that fourteen years of rap Only got me underground dap I'm past that like I missed my stop on the A-Train Here's the weight gain from the great brain Pass the spray paint!