Forty Deuce Hebrew lyrics

[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
The truth has been cast aside
We’ve been duped into a vast mirage
I’m a cross between Master Fard and a astronaut
Murderous appetites, war games with transit cops
Virginal sacrifice coronate Satanic Gods
Father of abomination like Manson's pops
Blood ceremony, homie, make sure the dagger's sharp
Crocodile briefcase, exchange cash with sharks
Diamonds and golden guns, smashing you with hands of bronze
Rather calm with the cameras on
Trapped between Tetragrammaton and Babylon
I’m a thousand horsepower when the Magnum bomb
With more than enough fire power to splatter y'all
It was a shootout at the Grimy Awards
I spent ninety in court
Attempted murder and a prior assault
Beat the case, rolled the dice and I walked
Like a forty deuce Hebrew, play the corner with a mic when I talk

[Hook x4]
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
I slap-box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
From gutter to glory, another young hustler’s story
Learn from the mistakes of my uncles that done it before me
Blitz out with razors, death, horror, leave children crying
Skitz out like Slayer's Felt Forum seat cushion riot
Young shooters bring a pistol full
Caught up in their crucifixion rituals
While worshiping Lucifer habitual
The streets raised me, I’m from Brooklyn like Jordan or Jay-Z
To be where I’m from is a great thing
While y'all daydream I make things happen
Get things clapping, spray things laughing
Eighteen, I stopped taking acid
But it left a stain on my brain that remain massive
Thoughts of perceptional open till they lay me in a casket
Until I stop making murder rap
Because the Bible was written by those who were convinced that the Earth is flat
And I’ll be dead before this war stops
Praying at the altar of the war Gods
L'Amours Rocks!
(Hook x4)

[Outro by H.R. of Bad Brains]
Yes, you bring some praises to the king of kings
And the lord of law is pumping my new frap of luna
He looked to, I’m bringing my Moscone and I’m like me welcome Also...
I’ve got a mind out of my mind
Oh I been up so once you love
Either Moscone, boy that’s your low
Boy let us do what she like
Jerusalem
Il al alum, asrahum
Jehovia alam
Slash ey lovey
Steve link some praises too, to the king of kings
I’m the prophet lovay, I got out it
Of the almighty twelve tribes of Israeli
And the only holy god of Israel and also everywhere
With the purple drink
And the supernatural beings
Super-naturalistic kings and queens, yeah
With the purple drink
And the supernatural beings
In the burning bright
At the shining light

The will to chill with ILL Bill...