Hey Young World

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] It’s Ill Bill the abominable, I’m sicker than vomit in food Osama Bin Laden of goons, you’re all mine to abuse You don’t overstand me, homie, you not in my shoes You not built for these weapons I use The most focused, La Coka Nostra overthrow culture Murder monarchs, overdosage of my murder mosh parts Hard like hitting cars with bazookas Been the future, crucial manoeuvres confusing to the usual consumers Who you fooling? The people are restless You’re like a Judas Priest molester being castrated screaming for vengeance At the cathedral bleeding appendages rendered offensive Medical attention denied, you bled and you died Nowadays kids pose on the front page of the newspaper Holding automatic assault rifles We’ll send you to God, we’re all lifers Contradictory at times we all devils and we all righteous [Hook: Everlast x 2] Hey young world, streets are cold They’re washed in blood, not paved in gold Once they get a grip can’t break your hold A walk with the devil can’t save your soul [Verse 2: Tha Rockness Monstah] You’ll be everywhere like air Every year you should see me Industry in the streets, anywhere but your TV This little attempted murder case couldn’t keep me I still be overseas like Blood graffiti Put a Decept to death, don’t get it twisted ? cause I look so good in it, go get your biscuit, bitches If you don’t like it or love it, ain’t gotta like it, I love it We can fight, I like punching you niggas’ lights out in public The sight of a lot of your blood’s like a stop sign And when I’m done I’m like, “Ugh, fucked up my Nike Ones.” It’s Mr. Monster, Mad Rocco, pop toast Pop ex and finger pop hoes at the same time, homes Worldwide bootcampian champion Mac 4s branch in charge of them cannons ? St. hands that are blamming and training the animals with the flammables While y’all niggas all romantical bitches [Hook x 2] [Verse 3: Slaine] In the cauldron of chaos and violence I’m conditioned with this vicious habit Broken dishes, liquor bottles in my kitchen cabinet Empty baggies, pill residue, prescription plastic You’re witnessing the withdrawal of a twitching addict These streets is like a twisted labyrinth I’m dripping liquid in the glass, pour it from the bottom of a fifth of Havoc In the midst of madness I switched it and spat it ? paper dripping and lyrics scrawled cryptic and scattered I write, I’m alright, it’s just savage, hustling and switching rackets So I can stay a step ahead of all you snitching maggots Of course I’m shooting to live rich and lavish But your outfit ain’t about shit, we’re cut from a different fabric The sin is addict, it’s cinematic, I been erratic Since I heard the corner call and went and had a glimpse I hopped the fence and hit the ground running when I fell Now I dwell in purgatory just a block away from Hell [Hook x 2] [Verse 4: Sean Price] I keep fighting war, I keep writing raw Keep classic shit updated, Street Fighter 4 You a sucker for love that keep wife and whores Drive an Acura Integra, so ‘94 I’m so shiny boy you can look at the watch Don’t look too long duke, you might get shot Gun blast, bullets rubbing your bones Shoot a guy in a suit and tie, nigga, I am Brother Mouzone Ain’t nobody fucking with mine David Patterson can’t see so you know we rob the government blind Stuck in the grind, niggas still hustling dimes Hustling dubs, Ruckus get you stuck for your shine Rugged is prime, you are a thing of the past Leader of the new school, I did my thing in the class, P