Truth - Ill Bill

Ayo, I seen it all

From what the truth should be, to what the truth is

As we evolve from what we used to be onto some new shit

Rewrite the blueprint, with true grit

Students of moving bricks and full clips

Or otherwise we just threw fists

Been breaking bad, ever since before I became a dad, or made in in rap

In truth, I still cater to that

Root for the villain getting paid in full

Spraying the gat on the roof of my building

Getting brain, taking it back

I was that projects professor

A white kid digesting Five Percenter lessons

I copped from the brother selling incense

Extensively, studied Rakim and all the emcees

Eventually discovered I spit rather intensely

Now here I am, speaking to everybody that be listening

The hardcore hiphop with heart, like nitroglycerin

The type of rap you feel in your cardiac

That grimy, illmatical boom bap — mathematical goon rap

Check one-two, one-two

Ayo, I rise and laugh at the lies, analyzing the science of things

In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king

The path of the divine crash into gunfire and brimstone

Adapt to survive — the spilled blood dries when the wind blows

Look to the past, see your future staring back at you

Holdin' a gat, holdin' you back

And bearing ample fruit and opportunity

Get in where the fuck you fit in with unity

We stand tall — what the fuck could you do to the assault literary?

Slaughtercult military — Necronomicon Don

Occult visionary

Conspiracy host behold secret mystery scrolls

Seen black satanic lesbian titties explode

Fuck livin' on your knees, I’d rather die on my feet

Rise in the street, fistfights with riot police

These lines I wrote potent like lines of coke

A kaleidoscope of the violent prone

That’s just me on the beat by Pete Rock n roll

The excellence and inspiration of truth, is the pursuit

It’s like an exercise for the mind

Like a nine when it shoots

Testify with lies implied beside a mountain of proof

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, many have died for the fruit

Organic and natural, harvested from off the vine

Of verified indisputable factual and actual

The only sure thing in life is death, shooters and bricks

Coca pure, sniff white, respect Lucifer’s gift

Death is only the beginning, heads exploding and spinning

Like The Exorcist possession

Unholy and grinning

Tell 'em Welcome to hell, enter the ceremony of winning

Where I’m from sharks fly and the vultures are swimming

The truth is gang raped while the world watches it horrorified

Compulsively taped with flip cams then watch it tomorrow high

Shoot it like Columbine

Edit it and upload, then YouTube it online for derelicts and cutthroats