Omar Suarez - Ill Bill, Goretex

Ill Bill keep it real like the 80's when we flooded the projects

Or like Ollie North when he funded the Contras

Like Cody Sky homie we constructed a monster

Holding the Glock postin' yes we run for the chopper

It’s a black carpet event, martyrs (in jets) start up a pit

Who the fuck pop off harder than this

When I hit you the impact is like if God had a fist

I’m hollow tip my every molecule is part of the clip

I’ve been (lied) apart sick show a part of the chip

I’m not (showby) on the shadow of a doubt if I exist

Bitch talked up papy for discount on the brick

Kid walked up cocky got shot in the dick

Finance is a gun, politics is knowing when to pull the trigger

Electric heretic the zig-zag zigga

With the Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head, God descends

Part of the spiritually dead, pop the pistol through your head

Brooklyn 1986 Nike sneakers and beamers

Teenagers buying keys from drug dealers named Jesus

We the reason for the Secret Service

Posted in trees with burners, exploding like a overheating furnace

I seen the truth rise and fall the (?) were born

Fuck the system, fuck who I offend these whores

Shout words that we live but don’t play with it

'Cause when the shit go down you be like they did it

They call me matzah ball, I’m mixing with an isotol

Cause Howie told me the proper cull when the cops get called

Activist clients fourty boxes like rockin tour

From the projects to going hungry selling rocks of raw

Like Nicky Sixx live wire, Spawn born of fire

The two messiahs

It’s over, the Elohim and Billy Squire

The body in the trunk, been smelling for a week

What you wanna do, bury it and burn it, then burn leak

Belt Parkway like I’m Roy DeMeo

Chop you in the tub for yayo

Run it by bengals, piano wire, million pesos

If we on the grid we sit with no payrolls

Like Tuddy walk with respect with umbrellas to payphones

I’ve seen the truth

I got scars from state phones

And dead homies, kissing their casket on final way home

Demented retribution canted with the congregation

Blessed to death, the angel Kabalah meditation

That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him

For all I know he had me set up and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed

But that’s history

I’m here, he’s not

Do you wanna go on with me, you say it

You don’t, then you make a move