X and Bill Ft. Sadat X - Ill Bill

One percenters and five percenters

Album outlines the center

Rapping knives and the Berettas, the lies and vendettas

Trials of menace to society is brainwashed

Brain drops, nervous rooks cops with itchy trigger fingers spraying Glocks

And frustrated rappers sometimes swear

Waving Mac 11s you either buy my CD or die in the streets

Sometimes I feel like I was born on Doomsday

Then I think about my daughter

And the future and pray that these moods change

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions

Get on your knees, I brought a guillotine to put your heads

Essential, the essence, always carry a deadly presence

Destined to be revolutionary with every sentence

I been the one to pull the card on frauds

Put them in their place, drop the bomb and start the war

The fuck you think we brought these rocket launchers for?

Not to brag about the way we pop Techs

Ill Bill, Sadat X, who got?

A lot of y’all got the whole game confused

The tricknology got me blowing a fuse

I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes

They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues

A lot of y’all got the whole game confused

The tricknology got me blowing a fuse

I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes

They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues

Sadat x

The backbone sets the overall tone

We soldiers, dude, and ain’t even standin' straight up or weightless

Listen, I ain’t gon' debate this

How you win the case when your shit is all over the place?

Who’s your co-signer?

It must’ve been a minor

Bill is ill, ain’t no feelings heartbeat

Dudes left the Apple while we stay in the heat

Cause we love to compete, that’s what gladiators do

They say they love blood, dirty sick but

Vietnam tactics, spikes in the mics

In the States turnpikes is reduced

?

after nine hours for the cake can make me stay awake

I’m not concerned with who earn

I need my stacks to blow

When I be hearing some of these records

I don’t really know these dudes, I’m not a fad thief

And I’m original pattern, one of one

After the needle line is done, the educated sniff a dollar

The rest still suck from the breast and keep nursing

Don’t be that person (never that)