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Verse 1 : Ill Bill(La Coka Nostra)
Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopus
The two-headed eagle, thirty-third degree Hebrew
I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah
And the CIA-funded Guatemala terror squads
The Pentagonâs the TV producer, the warâs the product
And the mediaâs the salesperson hustling consumers
Global instability, terror networks, embassy bombings
A thousand ways to get the century popping
When mobs of people storm the neighborhood banks
Riots in Time Square paralyzed by suicide bombings and tanks
Confined to evil, rides are regal
Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the people and then shot in their cerebral
One got away, created an empire made of fire
Now he crying that the CIA made him wear a wire
Now he getting water boarded up with some pliers
Pulling out his fingernails every time he tell a lie
Chorus
Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols
The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you
Verse 2 : B-Real(Cypress Hill)
So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulated
I got a vision, the light in my head illuminated
Your mindâs scattered and broken and battered
So what does it matter that a rat-ass bastard fell down Jacobâs ladder?
I climbed the pyramid and punch him in the eyeball
Give him a black eye, take a picture with my iPhone
Now his eye swolled ripping out my sidearm
They donât like me, Iâm ghetto, I spit and get my high on
Tell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lot
Keeping it raw whether Iâm in a bad mood or not
Open your mind with the venomous rhyme ?
Lines born in a cypher, you asked for a square deal
You see me grinning, your head is spinning
The symbolism is just like prison, Iâm trying to free you from your condition
I got a suspicion you bitches are wishing me gone
Iâm hitting the chron, a kiss on the cheek and itâs gone
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Verse 3 : Vinnie Paz(Jedi Mind Tricks)
Iâm a Freemason, Iâm a Rosicrucian, Iâm a Shriner
Moorish Science Temple of Americaâs Osama
? Al Mateen is the father
United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer
Itâs wild hard tryna stay on my deen
Iâm a bomb, Iâm aram son of Shem and Fateem
Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime
Iâm a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team
Iâm a force to be reckoned with, Iâm the deer hunter
The dirtbag to the underage beer runner
I like cold and snow, never revere summer
If God is a woman then I never hear from her
Iâll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumber
Iâm the definition of lightning, you fear thunder
Iâm taking everything motherfucker so fear hunger
You have a soft heartbeat fucking queer drummer
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