| A bullet never lies, it always tells the truth
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| My words are gunshots that influence the youth
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| Assassinate presidents like John Wilkes Booth
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| Put the message in the barrel of your gun then *bang*
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| Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any media machine
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| Or magazine that front on my team
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| Word to my comrades in the struggle
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| Peace to HHC for putting me and Necro on their cover
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| Your favourite rappers are Non Phixion fans
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| Your wifey is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her hand
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| United and dead-set, these young hoes wanna fuck me
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| Excited like rednecks at gun shows in Kentucky
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| I rock soccer stadiums in Bogota
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| Saw ten thousand Colombians screaming, «Non Phixion, god.»
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| Don’t be confused, this ain’t that bullshit you listen to
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| We that shit that your bitch fingers her pussy to
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| Pound that Moog organ, chemical warfare, songs for hardcore goons
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| The rest of y’all scared
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| It’s that radioactive green chronic in the blunt music
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| Brooklyn homie, run up and pop you with a gun music
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| Break it down for the blind, the brainwashed
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| Religions, politicians and thugs pray to the same god
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| Bloods and Crips, Democrats, Republicans
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| Red and blue states to represent the sets they’re running with
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| Other gangs play the game too
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| A blood named George Bush and his team smoked the entire Hussein crew
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| Classic example of former friends turned to rivals
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| Words of the bible inspire murder, turn to survival
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| Die for your set, bang for Muhammad and Jesus
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| A shitty public school system and a car that’s decent
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| I’m an American, I need a blowjob and a pizza
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| So I’ll overthrow you for oil, Mastercards and Visas
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| This is a mother fuckin' siege and slaughter, another story of war
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| A holy vision of the purity and glory before
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| I warned you before about Leviathan and biochips
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| And about the second coming of the Messiah shit
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| About the motherfuckin' mark of the beast
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| About the CIA distributing the crack in the streets
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| A savage with beef, leave your body wrapped in a sheet
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| He from Brooklyn, I’m from Philly, we was trapped in the streets
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| My rap is complete, with everything from clappers and heat
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| Pay us homage as you’re praying at your enemy’s feet
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| That’s why none of y’all can feel the god’s real pain
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| And none of y’all will never know God’s real name
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| Me and Bill is like the lightning and thunder
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| Like in 1985, Iron Mike and his hunger
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| A triflin' brother, give me the weed and the 'caine
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| So I can chop it up in pieces and distribute the pain
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| I know that that’s some ignorant shit to be saying
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| But if I was you and you was me then you would spit it the same
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| You viciously maimed, bleeding in a visceral flame
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| Till your spirit enter in a metaphysical plane |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Bullet Never Lies (feat. Vinnie Paz of Jedi Mind Tricks) , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Hour Of Reprisal, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп