Secrets Worth Dying For

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Live in the shadow of alien tribes with eyes the size of flying saucers Funeral assassins spraying automatics out of coffins Creeps with Lamas bogart like Feech LaManna ? supreme Japanese piranhas freezing the spinal Draw, die first, Russian fanatics If sleep is the cousin of death then death is the cousin of sadness Murder’s the cousin of madness, love is the cousin of that bitch I smash shit, give me my money I’m anxious Crisp hundreds in the envelope, dookie on the ? Spit roughish with the hella flow, hootie on the blow Buy up arms, molotovs, Irish car bombs Wild out squads, I body those, nine in my palm Only the dead have seen the end of war We use the tools of vengeance Fuck interrogation room conventions Keep your mouth shut, I’d rather stay true to friendship And follow that rule until everything I knew has ended [Hook] I’m like a meteorite, I’m like graffiti you write If you knew the meaning of life amongst the greedy and trife Two hundred forty thousand miles of neural threads in the human brain Enough to stretch from planet Earth to the moon’s terrain All I need is nine millimeters to think I put it in perfect perspective so that people can take Time to digest my thoughts, connect to receiver Slice heads with swords drench you with ether [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Maybe you been handed yourself one of them first class tickets to the resurrection Religious symbolism, the diamonds witness perfection Shocking and horrific monstrosity Monolithic iconic I’m scientific Like that runaway satellite that crashed to the Earth The one they didn’t tell us about, our planet is cursed Ever since the mysteries of the pyramids My fingerprints, DNA, retinal scans experience Have been most helpful, navigated through the dead pool But told you about them guys with eyes like head wounds Biokinetic ooze they drool You read about them in these books you didn’t get from school This is not an exercise, this is fullblown thermonuclear war Get your radiation suits on, we shooters and more We the most vocal outerspace post-global Fifty years ago I wrote quotables now I accept the Nobel [Verse 3: Chace Infinite] While ministers hope and cover the truth from the populous I resurrect the light down and save this metropolis Where cops are just looking for ops to rob us and set us up It’s second nature in the streets of America Where devils have us incarcerated like savage animals At the hands of a system designed to kill us They plan to do damage with psychological tools more than banana clips Something simple like making cannibalism glamorous Cult symbols hidden inside of movies behind the crucifix Lucifer’s influence is evident in numerous Everyday objects, the dollar bill, CBS The gleaming eye of Horus big brother watching your every step Moving up the ladder with Jacob until you break your neck We ain’t concerned with who’s a Mason, we facing death Nigga we all masons, bricks working to cheques Paranoid leaders singing orders through a text Skull and Bones terror bomb symbolize death Fists symbolize powers, hands symbolize sex [Hook]