Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devil's Rebels, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Heavy Metal Kings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDevil's Rebels |
| I be the triple six OG homie, melt you like cheese on pepperoni |
| Death to phonies, the resurrection of Tony |
| Like Dr. Malachi York in his hayday I’m Dre Day |
| My brains spray like Jeru when he dropped on Payday |
| My brainwaves are rocket ships and space planes |
| Better yet freight trains, better yet AKs |
| Rainy days make me think about my grandmother and my uncle in the jungle |
| With a bundle and the junkie gets the hunger |
| When the humble seen the rumbles in the big park |
| Cats’ll run up on you for a parka, my projects was Clive Barker |
| It was markers, monsters, and conquerors |
| Corner liquor store robberies, shoot-outs in front of my school constantly |
| Kicking over displays in the Milky Way the filthy way |
| Fuck around you catch a buck-fifty in your face |
| 57−14 Farragut, don’t ever come around here on no motherfucking faggot shit |
| Beat you in the face with the ratchet kid |
| Leave you resting in peace on some forever after shit |
| We them Heavy Metal Kings, let the hammers click |
| Ready to handle shit, we talented homie, hand me that banana clip |
| This is books of blood, nothing surrounding me but crooks and thugs |
| Drinking forties, smoking wakata cooking drugs |
| My shit harder than liquor that you would put in pubs |
| I got Sierra ballistics that you could put in plugs |
| I put my hand on the Bible, lie to the judge |
| I didn’t even mean to be high but I was |
| I guess it’s just a procedure to ride with my thugs |
| I guess I’m just a believer in God just above |
| Yeah run up on your car for cream |
| Alauddin on his deen y’all know what I mean |
| I ain’t fucking with small shit, only thorough heaters |
| The ice grill get you robbed, Sergio Martinez |
| Your whole clique a bunch of broads, y’all all divas |
| Y’all on some Kanye faggot shit, all skeezers |
| I always handle the rock, y’all all defence |
| Dim Mak hit your chest, your heart weakens |
| We critically acclaimed, lyrically we reign |
| Clinically insane, Heavy Metal King, Official Pistol Gang |
| I distribute pain, what seems to be the issue man? |
| My main issue is y’all lame, we ain’t the same |
| So we ain’t on the same page, we a different book |
| You’s a gimmick, type-gay, that’s a different look |
| Trust nobody, loyalty is forbidden |
| So when a nigga turn his back Paz four-fifth him |
| Everybody rah rah I just say they talk |
| But never sneak the fifty on me like I’m AJ Hawk |
| Killadel, Pistolvan, let the melee spark |
| They barely scratching the surface, how they claim they sharp? |
| Temple of doom, goon platoon, we just take their heart |
| Your shit is terrible, your excuse? |
| You claim it’s art |
| My presence in the vocal booth is like that of God |
| I try to school them but society is brainwashed |
Artist lyrics: Ill Bill
Artist lyrics: Vinnie Paz
Artist lyrics: Heavy Metal Kings