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feat mad joker ill bill - keep firin (feat. mad joker) - ill bill lyrics

[intro/chorus]

-scratching-

[verse 1: ill bill]

yo, yo, we influenced by your mental situations like god and satan
flood your block with crack cocaine like ronald reagan
contemplating every move that i make, balance the scale
i bring death and give life there’s no chance that i’ll fail
ride for a greater cause, engineer homemade bombs
coronation of th-rns brought forth by hatred and scorn
babies are born to kidnap people you cherish
waging a private war in the streets with zealots
we symbols of god and morbid angels
billion dollar corporation torture chambers spread across your nations
controlling the truth, the holy book’s in chrome that shoots
in your home were truths where television owns the youth
we the last of the clear thinkers, madd joker, ill bill
now bear witness in the bas-m-nt we repair pistols
and build weapons, kill misconceptions
and murder any intention you may have to end us
we keep firin’

[chorus]

[verse 2: madd joker]

eh yo, flat foot police searching daily in our streets
look if we back away it’s for murk me
pigs em always hungry and greedy
they born like vampires, heart and blood thirsty
black and white cruisers ?
equipped with officers that hunt i and i
like them ? safari
and it’s them that put we in a clear and present danger
mine’ll stand solo so bullets with tips made of hollow
seek out then penetrate the swine bone marrow
yo, despite the casualty number retaliation fire
still we best countermeasure
so we paint a bulls eye picture
right between the eyes of the babylonian copper

[chorus]

[verse 3]

i gotta make my way out, f-ck the safe route
pull the gat up out my waist now, everybody face down
blaze a gun, who’s the unpatient one?
stand still, no sudden movements, i got an itchy tongue
don’t tempt me, let off till the clip is empty
keep it coming rapidly, i spit split hollow tips vocally
the stress of a mobster, death to an imposter
pull back on the trigger with the grip of a gila monster
mostly over tempers, women, money, and drugs
keep firing like an engine with twelve immortal spark plugs
a mask and dark gloves but thugs can’t stop the heat
police fire at us, that’s why we call them the beast
non-stoppable shots rock off thoughts of full glocks
knock off who gonna stop after ? on top
any longer after this testing my freedom’s blasphemous
enough with your attempts to capture this

[chorus]

- feat mad joker ill bill lyrics

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