Kill Devil Hills - DJ Muggs, Ill Bill, B-Real

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 Guatemalan terror squads

The Pentagon’s the TV producer, the war’s the product

And the media’s the salesperson hustling consumers

Global instability, terror networks, embassy bombings

A thousand ways to get the century popping

When mobs of people storm the neighbourhood 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 waterboarded up with some pliers

Pulling out his fingernails every time he tell a lie

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

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

So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulated

I got a vision, the light in my head illuminated

Your mind’s scattered and broken and battered

So what does it matter that a rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s 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 don’t like me, I’m ghetto, I spit and get my high on

Tell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lot

Keeping it raw whether I’m in a bad mood or not

Open your mind with the venomous rhyme, a rare skill

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, I’m trying to free you from your condition

I got a suspicion you bitches are wishing me gone

I’m hitting the chron, a kiss on the cheek and it’s gone

I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian, I’m a Shriner

Moorish Science Temple of America’s Osama

Amun Nebu Re Akh Ta Al Mateen is the father

United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer

It’s wild hard tryna stay on my deen

I’m a bomb, I’m aram son of Shem and Fateem

Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime

I’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team

I’m a force to be reckoned with, I’m 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

I’ll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumber

I’m the definition of lightning, you fear thunder

I’m taking everything motherfucker so fear hunger

You have a soft heartbeat fucking queer drummer