| The truth has been cast aside
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| We’ve been duped into a vast mirage
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| I’m a cross between Master Fard and a astronaut
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| Murderous appetites, war games with transit cops
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| Virginal sacrifice coronate Satanic Gods
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| Father of abomination like Manson’s pops
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| Blood ceremony, homie, make sure the dagger’s sharp
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| Crocodile briefcase, exchange cash with sharks
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| Diamonds and golden guns, smashing you with hands of bronze
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| Rather calm with the cameras on
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| Trapped between Tetragrammaton and Babylon
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| I’m a thousand horsepower when the Magnum bomb
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| With more than enough fire power to splatter y’all
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| It was a shootout at the Grimy Awards
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| I spent ninety in court
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| Attempted murder and a prior assault
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| Beat the case, rolled the dice and I walked
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| Like a forty deuce Hebrew, play the corner with a mic when I talk
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| The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
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| Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
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| Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
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| I slap-box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
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| From gutter to glory, another young hustler’s story
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| Learn from the mistakes of my uncles that done it before me
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| Blitz out with razors, death, horror, leave children crying
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| Skitz out like Slayer’s Felt Forum seat cushion riot
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| Young shooters bring a pistol full
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| Caught up in their crucifixion rituals
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| While worshiping Lucifer habitual
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| The streets raised me, I’m from Brooklyn like Jordan or Jay-Z
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| To be where I’m from is a great thing
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| While y’all daydream I make things happen
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| Get things clapping, spray things laughing
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| Eighteen I stopped taking acid,
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| But it left a stain on my brain that remain massive
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| Thoughts of perceptional open till they lay me in a casket
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| Until I stop making murder rap
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| Because the Bible was written by those who were convinced that the Earth is flat
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| And I’ll be dead before this war stops
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| Praying at the altar of the war Gods
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| L’Amours Rocks!
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| (Hook x4)
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| Yes, you bring some praises to the king of kings
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| And the lord of law is pumping my new frap of luna
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| He looked to, I’m bringing my Moscone and I’m like me welcome Also…
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| I’ve got a mind out of my mind
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| Oh I been up so once you love
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| Either Moscone, boy that’s your low
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| Boy let us do what she like
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| Jerusalem
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| Il al alum, asrahum
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| Jehovia alam
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| Slash ey lovey
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| Steve link some praises too, to the king of kings
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| I’m the prophet lovay, I got out it
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| Of the almighty twelve tribes of Israeli
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| And the only holy god of Israel and also everywhere
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| With the purple drink
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| And the supernatural beings
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| Super-naturalistic kings and queens, yeah
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| With the purple drink
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| And the supernatural beings
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| In the burning bright
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| At the shining light
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| The will to chill with ILL Bill… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Forty Deuce Hebrew , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Grimy Awards, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп