14 Years of Halftime - Ill Bill, Q Unique

Holy shit, it’s fourteen years already E, where did all the time go?

I remember when you did your first Halftime Show

Like it was just yesterday evening, goons is creeping

Hebrews blacker than Zulus and Guidos rocking wife-beaters

Eclipse rocking FatBeats, hoodies and fondle up shirts

Him and (???) put in remarkable work

I did this show so many times over the years for the right reasons

Find a way to civilize a trife heathen

The ILL Bill collective, suicide king, my sounds are hard drugs

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, we know the value, everybody fucking hates cops

And if you blasted one you gained props

Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit

None of these fucking idiot can DJ like Eclipse

Fuck that!

He be on top going for Fourteen Years of Rap

If you love the real shit, give him dap

Congrats to (???) and PD Cologne too

Wednesday nights at, WNYU

Incineration of your whole Generation X

Better place your bets (???)

DJ Eclipse (???) got the sign blinking

Consider it illiterate, you can’t read between the lines

Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds

Like pussy politicians got political prisoners locked down

Knock down and hit you with the impact of a DJ skid scratch

With a big gat that’ll flip your wig back

(???) 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

Fourteen Years of Rap 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!