Lyrics:
get in between womans
Ill BIll - solo album, how we gon' take it?
Leave you ducktaped and stuck in the Matrix
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Tell me where
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
your image
Hella hella country heat stroke lookin' ass
Takin' selfies in the summer heat
Bass Pro mannequin, selfie for the Instagram
Sugar in your blood
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
In like he owned the two-bit town
Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans
Is unemployment's source
So the INS are given
Unending power to enforce
The restrictions regulated by
Immigrants descendants
Who project open border
the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones
Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome
The new Don Trump is Bill Gates
Not because his occupation, it's
of bad luck
The doctor bills come and the well has run dry
Seems like their grown kids don't care if they live or they die
And that's the way it was in
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
womans
Ill BIll - solo album, how we gon' take it?
Leave you ducktaped and stuck in the Matrix
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Tell me where the fuck I went wrong
on the Whitey so
See just Black and White?
There's no room for that in the '90s, yo
I'm still a bill and still checkin' mics
One-two a whole year later
Made you
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across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
'Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gon' spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
'Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gon' spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in
really that simple shit get harder by the week
I’m keeping at it coz I wanna see me eat, dawg.
Cop me a new crib, dawg.
Get my momma rich , dawg.
She ain’t
From that country where the rich eat the poor people
Star-Spangled Banner wavin’ out the Porsche window
I get it lit like a cross in Alabama
Tote
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
Yo shoutout Von Prospa man, he dropped an album
Yo we got, we got Von Prospa in the building today man, yessir
For those of you who don't know
Ain't taking this light like the weight of my quill
Thought it best to write what I really fuckin' feel
If this how I die then by all means kill
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town.
And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
We got to singin' around.
And about
sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch
Which is the cover to my first album, Under Pressure, shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family
All my
album out in HipHop and I'm still Heatin' up tHe crockpot
Platinum plaques tHat I ain't Hung yet
You got opinions no acHievements
Type of niggas make
one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits
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