The Final Call - Ill Bill, Vinnie Paz

Ayo the pilot had his gun drawn

Like when the shoe-bomber Richard Reid bit that stewardess' thumb off

You’re done for

When you die you go to Heaven, till then welcome to Hell Spawn

Celtic Frost at the Felt Forum, I’m never wrong

Stop acting tough, small criminals can steal more money with laptops than with

a mask or a gun

Intelligent relevant heretic elegant terrorists

Presenting death sentences with malevolent eloquence

Label you larger than Hajj and spark a jihad

Adolescent martyrs in mosques?

bombs

While the lords of war barter their arms

Concentration broken by the sound of fight jets barking at God

Gat shooters they snatch AKs and chains

My shooters snatch planes and cause international mayhem

In the mountains of Caucasia caught four pagans in an orgy with lord Satan

Onward the war rages

I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts

Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs

Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs

Design wars, it’s the final call

I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts

Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs

Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs

Design wars, it’s the final call

Phoney money and economics, that’s the shit predicted by the prophets

Black guns, black helicopters

What is the connection between Jesus and the Shriners?

What is the connection to the virus and Osiris?

That’s why the gun is always on the hip

I learned to never sleep on devil and to come equipped

I don’t never speak on nothing, always button-lipped

Whether it’s why the Sun exists or if it’s rugged shit

Y’all are devilish and Vinnie move with God power

I called Bill, told him meet me at the God hour

It’s never been a question whether or not I’m star power

The only question is whether or not the God’s sour

Yeah in other words sick of the Amorite

Reverend Dr. Malachi Z. York had it right

Dealing with sound right reasoning and acting right

Teaching people how to handle ratchets and a hatchet right

I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts

Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs

Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs

Design wars, it’s the final call

I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts

Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs

Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs

Design wars, it’s the final call