Kill Devil Hills

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopus The two-headed eagle, thirty-third degree Hebrew I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah And the CIA-funded Guatemalan terror squads The Pentagon’s the TV producer, the war’s the product And the media’s the salesperson hustling consumers Global instability, terror networks, embassy bombings A thousand ways to get the century popping When mobs of people storm the neighbourhood banks Riots in Time Square paralyzed by suicide bombings and tanks Confined to evil, rides are regal Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the people and then shot in their cerebral One got away, created an empire made of fire Now he crying that the CIA made him wear a wire Now he getting waterboarded up with some pliers Pulling out his fingernails every time he tell a lie [Hook] Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you [Verse 2: B-Real] So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulated I got a vision, the light in my head illuminated Your mind’s scattered and broken and battered So what does it matter that a rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s ladder? I climbed the pyramid and punch him in the eyeball Give him a black eye, take a picture with my iPhone Now his eye swolled ripping out my sidearm They don’t like me, I’m ghetto, I spit and get my high on Tell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lot Keeping it raw whether I’m in a bad mood or not Open your mind with the venomous rhyme ? Lines born in a cypher, you asked for a square deal You see me grinning, your head is spinning The symbolism is just like prison, I’m trying to free you from your condition I got a suspicion you bitches are wishing me gone I’m hitting the chron, a kiss on the cheek and it’s gone [Hook] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian, I’m a Shriner Moorish Science Temple of America’s Osama Amun Nebu Re Akh Ta Al Mateen is the father United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer It’s wild hard tryna stay on my deen I’m a bomb, I’m aram son of Shem and Fateem Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime I’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team I’m a force to be reckoned with, I’m the deer hunter The dirtbag to the underage beer runner I like cold and snow, never revere summer If God is a woman then I never hear from her I’ll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumber I’m the definition of lightning, you fear thunder I’m taking everything motherfucker so fear hunger You have a soft heartbeat fucking queer drummer [Hook]