A Bullet Never Lies

A bullet never lies, it always tells the truth

My words are gunshots that influence the youth

Assassinate presidents like John Wilkes Booth

Put the message in the barrel of your gun then *bang*

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any media machine

Or magazine that front my team

Word to my comrades in the struggle

Peace to HHC for putting me and Necro on their cover

Their favourite rappers are Non Phixion fans

Your wifey is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her hand

United and dead-set, these young hoes wanna fuck me

Excited like rednecks at gun shows in Kentucky

I rocked Soca City

Saw ten thousand Colombians screaming, “Non Phixion god.”

Don’t be confused, this ain’t that bullshit you listen to

We that shit that your bitch finger her pussy to

? chemical warfare, songs for hardcore goons

The rest of y’all scared

It’s that radioactive green chronic in the blunt music

Brooklyn homie run up and pop you with a gun music

Break it down for the blind, the brainwashed

Religious politicians and thugs pray to the same god

Bloods and Crips, Democrats, Republicans

Red and blue states to represent the sets they’re running with

Other gangs play the game too

A blood named George Bush and his team smoked the entire Hussein crew

Classic example of former friends turned to rivals

Words ofinhe bible, despise murder, turn to survival

Die for your set, bang for Muhammad and Jesus

A shitty public school system and a car that’s decent

I’m an American, I need a blowjob and a pizza

So I’ll overthrow you for oil, Mastercards, and Visas

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 2: Ikon the Hologram]

This is a mother fuckin’ siege and slaughter, another story of war

A holy vision of the purity and glory before

I warned you before about Leviathan and biochips

And about the second coming of the Messiah shit

About the motherfuckin’ mark of the beast

About the CIA distributing the crack in the streets

A savage ? leave your body wrapped in a sheet

He from Brooklyn, I’m from Philly, we was trapped in the streets

My rap is complete, with everything from clappers and heat

Pay us homage as you’re praying at your enemy’s feet

That’s why none of y’all can feel the god’s real pain

And none of y’all will never know God’s real name

Me and Bill is like the lightning and the thunder

Like in 1985, Iron Mike and his hunger

A triflin’ brother, give me the weed and the ‘caine

So I can chop it up in pieces and distribute the pain

I know that that’s some ignorant shit to be saying

But if I was you and you was me then you would spit it the same

You viciously maimed, bleeding in a visceral flame

Till your spirit enter in a metaphysical plane