Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Order & Chaos, artist - Diabolic. Date of issue: 27.01.2015
Song language: English
Order & Chaos |
| He was the middle son of three children, lived in my building |
| He went to Tilden, quiet cat, always kept to himself |
| He never chilled with anybody but his girlfriend, drove an ‘82 Whirlwind |
| Homie’s grades in school was perfect |
| Honour student with a talent for mathematics |
| Used to design computer graphics in class instead of doodling |
| I would write rhymes, smoke blunts on the bench at night time |
| While he was doing his homework and watching Nightline |
| Looking over MIT brochures |
| Invitations to the Pentagon from headhunters of course |
| I heard that NASA was inquiring about his status |
| He was about to be a rookie in the NBA of mathematics |
| A rock star amongst astronauts, first round draft pick |
| Amongst physicists and cancer doctors |
| Then the CIA recruited him to be a shooter |
| I set him up so that Diabolic could shoot him |
| We planned assassination plots, lasers attached to gats that pop |
| Finely glued to the top of the barrel, the average shot |
| Could take two people’s heads off simultaneously |
| Aiming at cranium spraying them in the coffin displaying them |
| This that shoot you in the face movement |
| Bill and Diabolic is like Schwarzenegger and Stallone in the same movie |
| I’m like Bronson in the Violent City |
| Freedom fighter like Mumia, kill cops in Philly, listen |
| Introduce a little anarchy. |
| Upset the established order and everything becomes |
| chaos |
| I’m an agent of chaos. |
| Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? |
| It’s fear |
| It was a quarter past eight o’clock |
| Bill called me and he named the spot |
| This vacant lot around the way from the bagel shop |
| He schooled me to exactly how the CIA would plot |
| To make hip hop’s value nothing more than a Jacob watch |
| Illustrated by what’s built with ancient blocks |
| And the all-seeing eye through Jay’s hand that portrays the Roc |
| Not to worry, I had Engineer pay the cops |
| So they would not respond to the calls about a fatal shot |
| I later topped this roof viewing through a sniper scope |
| What I like to call a future murder scene with righteous hope |
| About to light a smoke when two headlights approached |
| Rifle smoke strikes when they touch ground like lightning bolts |
| Twice the volts in the same spot amazingly |
| It’s two birds, one stone, met his partner from the agency |
| Was ex-KGB, defected through the State Department |
| Wanted by authorities for treason, he’s been made a target |
| Took my position with this loaded rifle, aimed and sparked it |
| A single shot killed them both, blood stained their garments |
| Guess all the CIA and NASA training ain’t matter |
| When his brains splattered on the pavement as his face shattered |
| The day after is used to cover tracks and lock the fortress |
| Shot our sources and disposed of all their rotting corpses |
| I know it’s stunning, we ain’t running like some track stars |
| We chill with bodies buried in Uncle Howie’s backyard |
| Laughing |