Текст песни Ill Bill ft. Vinnie Paz - The Final Call

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Жанр: Underground Rap
Исполнитель: Ill Bill ft. Vinnie Paz
Альбом: Heavy Metal Kings
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Houston police say that the CIA and the FBI both say that Carnaby never worked for either agency, but his family tells a very different story saying the 52 year old spent about 30 years serving his country. [Verse 1: Ill Bill] Hey yo the pilot had his gun drawn Like when the Shoe Bomber Richard Reid bit that stewardess’ thumb off, you done for When you die you go to Heaven, till then welcome to Hell Spawn Celtic Frost at the Felt Forum, I’m never wrong Stop acting tough, small criminals can steal more money with laptops than with a mask or a gun Intelligent relevant heretic elegant terrorist Presenting death sentences with malevolent eloquence Label you larger than ? and spark a jihad Adolescent martyrs in malls ? bombs While the lords of war parted their arms Concentration broken by the sound of fight jets barking at God Gat shooters they snatch AKs and chains, my shooters snatch planes And cause international mayhem In the mountains of Caucasia caught four Pagans in an orgy With Lord Satan onward the war races [Chorus] I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts Dangerous thugs blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide dogs Design wars, it’s the Final Call I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts Dangerous thugs blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide dogs Design wars, it’s the Final Call [Verse 2] Phony money and economics, that’s the shit predicted by the prophets Black guns, black helicopters What is the connection between Jesus and the Shriners? What is the question to the virus and Osiris? That’s why the gun is always on the hip I learned to never sleep on devil and to come equipped I don’t never speak on nothing, always button-lipped Whether it’s why the Sun exists or if it’s run your shit Y’all are devilish and Vinnie move with god power I called Bill, told him meet me at the god hour It’s never been a question whether or not I’m star power The only question is whether or not the god’s sour Yeah in other words sick of the Amorite Reverend Dr. Malachi Z. York had it right Dealing with sound right reasoning and acting right Teaching people how to handle ratchets and a hatchet right [Chorus] I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts Dangerous thugs blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide dogs Design wars, it’s the Final Call I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts Dangerous thugs blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide dogs Design wars, it’s the Final Call
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