Ill Bill! (Yo) Mr. Ill Bill! (What?) Bring the Non Phixion politicians witcha skill
[Ill Bill] Yeah, yo bottles of liquor smashed Confrontational a nation full of devilish fools Follow the massive devil plantational patch is disaster, cash laced cripples your visuals We bringin weapons, they put metal detectors in the schools And the shoes, the bare-nickel student sparkin wools Crown Heights militant, {?} rockin tools Ayatollah, scholar of Torah, dutch master roller Utilize the solar, to kill the treaty of Erona Government documents effect the occupents of projects We come together, buildin with Muslims durin soundchecks Tradin methods of revolutionary thought A bunch of terrorists since eighty-six and still we never been caught Yo, I keep the Secret Service nervous Federal agencies be suckin surveillance out of my phone circuits I`m careful, keep my conversations encoded They`ve been stressin me ever since that Federal buildin exlpoded Molotov cocktail, tossin bringer of sorrow We linger in the Brooklyn borough, where there`s no tomorrow Certified on rugged terrain, military Shootin up your embassy, kidnappin your dignitaries, WHAT
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