Feed of the Morning - Ill Bill, Jise One

Bandanas and barrels

Gladiators, cowboys with Rugers

Paranoid shooters

Caucasoid mutants with Uzis

Die in action with the eye-patch and eyeglass, then my assassins rhyme ratchet

without sirens and the badges ?)

Read the signs of a savage

Aligned to the tragic

Put cyanide in your sandwich

Cause a riot on your campus

Fist of fury when the crystal blurry, catch a pistol, hurry

Fuck quantum physics and theory we minds is fucking for-really

Dust the ganja and philly’s with Russian mafia villains

(? Right into to the Kremlin ?)

Coke’ll take you right into the emblem

We the righteous to rebel, yet when we strike it then we tell them

Drop your swords or we’ll be forced to leave you lifeless and dismembered

Satanic messages spoken loudly with intros

Automatic weapons is pokin' out of my tinted windows

Jack Daniels with some coke and some lime

My rituals are older than time, it’s spoken in rhyme

Who’s hungry let’s eat

Break bread pass it down chew the food then breath

And that’s the feed of the morning (who's thirsty)

And that’s the feed of the morning

Talk shit, breathe, and live with conviction

Lancer, dissident, reminiscing at the friction between love and hate

The gate oppression

The infestation of injustice

The blind accustoms between religion and state

The poisonous cake that we possess with the desire to overindulge

She’s fine, the mirror’s sneaky, consults the ass and titties should be more

bulge

The frivolous search for the fountain of youth

Constrain the beat of a pulse to a pulp

Pockets choke dream’s croak

The question of life’s purpose decided by desire

They call it peace of mind

Distracted by greed

Envious deeds, self sympathy and foolish pride

We plead with God to survive

We’re side by side ourselves

To coincide with our old lives

Ride the tide ‘til it concedes, concede in to all the demons inside