La Coka Nostra Album

Bloody Sunday, Black Sabbath
The pope’s a pedophile with a drug habit
We’re all clinically depressed, they got us all manic
We keep swallowing their pills so we don’t fucking panic
Run for the hills, grab your automatic
Bring your big black boots and your fighting gloves
Psychorealm’s in the house screaming out, “Fuck love!”
Sixth Side in the house screaming out, “Fuck love!”
Hey yo back from the dead, back at it again
It’s the antique pistol with the antigen
Punk I’ll take your pistol, give it back and then
You act up again you getting clapped, my friend
This coka familiar vibe alone’ll kill ya
King Kong ain’t got shit on this here gorilla
Classic off the wall like Mike from Thriller
A monster in a legend, hell this Godzilla

[Chorus: Sen Dog]

We got the heat for the streets
The bag for the drop
The kid body blow out your back with the pop
The move and the shake
The move and the wake
Welcome to Hell, the Devil’s here to open the gate

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

They say hip hop’s hanging from a noose like Saddam Hussein
Then LCN make you jump around like House of Pain
I take it back like purple rain envelopes
Crazy Eddy episodes, break and enter hoes
Every record sold’s equivalent to coke, homie
Welcome to the Teradome, I’m inappropriate
Like Kramer with a megaphone
Black ? fire, and steel, my mind’s ill
Got you on a mission like a crackhead to find krillz

[Verse 3: Big Left]

I come from a place where the Apocalypse is now
Armageddon, Nostradamus called it, you are now with the raw
It’s unwarming light, sun turned to God, God turned to sun
Murder one, no match, no blood and no gun
Fire and brimstones, stem cell clones
Minimicrophones implanted deep in your bones
They tapping the phones, snapping the home (Clapping the chrome!)
Ding-dong, click-clack, one in the back of the dome

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 4: Slaine]

I’m a rebel poet, my words are treated like it’s contraband
I’m unresponsive to taunts of critics and wants of fans
Angelic demonic chronic writer, a haunted man
Mongrel monster with the murderers on conquered land
I grew around some johns is junkies with bubkes scams
Bar brawls, broken bottles, banging, and launching hands
My shifty plans turn a risky chance to fifty grand
Double it, watch these sissies stand in your pissy pants
This game is getting me baptized, we bad guys
Choose sides and yous guys is enemies or allies
La Coka Nostra is a brand you can trust
To roll with a pack of animals with cannons to bust

[Chorus x 2]

[Intro: Slaine]

This is a movement; a real movement. (La Coka Nostra). You motherfuckers talk like you a movement but none of yous are moving.

[Verse 1: Slaine]

I walk the hills, I had to climb with these legs of my own
My hard days and dark nights put my head in the zone
Hustled for blood money, left my wife pregnant at home
We’re on the television, everyone’s regularly stoned
I flash back to a 70’s song in a ?
Picture the future seeing everything gone
My wife is asking me, “Is anything wrong?”
I tell her, “Erica, everything is. You better be strong.”
America, where I was born, city blocks are where I was raised
I seed from the land of the greed, home of the craze
I never ? them unafraid, I’m known to be brave
Till my bitch dig me a ditch and she stone me a grave
Seven weeks in utero, you grow and don’t be a slave
Just build your hunger and your power from your loneliest days
There were many before me who moulded me and showed me the way
But I’m my own man, there’s nobody that told me to say what I

[Chorus x 2]

Hate will fuel your rage
Drugs will get you high
Money buys respect
Love will get you by

[Verse 2: Everlast]

It’s the Highland Samurai with the violent devil eye
Semper Fi qualified, sing your ass a lullaby
Rockaby, do or die, true Jedi status
You wanna learn to skywalk? Bitch come get at us
Dolomite, ?, canonite, fahrenheit, satellite
Mr. White got a light, do the right from your seeds to the block
Trooper with the future shock
Fumigate the paradox, illuminate the orthodox

[Verse 3: Danny Boy(?)]

I feel the devil in my eyes, I see em in Hell next
I sniff and I sell death, walking up twelve steps
I live rock bottom with bitches that sell sex
This ice cold world has got me vicious and selfish

[Verse 4: Everlast]

Danny Man got a plan, Taliban outta hand
Pakistan to Japan, Darvocet, Percodan
Overstand fifty grand, cougar and who’s the man?
Dapper Dan, Uncle Sam, bitch he never gave a damn

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 5: Ill Bill]

I walk amongst the reptilians and leather-skinned aliens
On inner-stellar chariots, post-apocalyptic gladiators
My electrons are Teflon, my protons are Tech Nines
My neutrons will shoot your motherfucking heads gone
They form molecules that move like death squads
That kidnap American tourists and make bombs
Standing at the gates of Heaven waiting to face God
Take part in criminology like Raekwon
We those killers that don’t blink
The world’s mostly billions that don’t think
Controlled by the Skull And Bones triple six
Listen kid, the day the nuclear missile hit
Where were you? Probably taking a shit
While the sky hailed mountain-sized comets
And planet-shattering lightning
Gigantic fragments of ice like what the Titanic collided with
Society is not civilization, technology is Satan
In the hands of devil worshippers that praise him

[Chorus x 2]

[Chorus : Snoop Dogg]
If they’re taking what you earn and you always getting burned
Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang
They either take what you got or they’re blowing up the spot
I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang
Jealousy is a bitch, if he twitch he’s a snitch
Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang
You wanna fuck with my gang?
We’ll be bringing you the pain
It ain’t ever gonna change

[Verse1 : Ill Bill]

They say the pen’s like a sword right before my sawed-off shotty was born
Knock on your door, pop your entire mind on the floor
Murder the usual clients just to gain the acceptance
Of a circle of super tyrants in a race for weapons
Most popular of course the AK-47
Bought a dirty bomb for nine hundred K in North Yemen
We the shifty-faced personification of militants
Facilitate pistols spray incredible distance
Behind the scenes of intrigue and the cult technology
Orchestrating chaos catapult fear in society
Seeds are planted, deceit and evil seize the planet
Make your choice: feast or famine, we creep with cannons
And spray everything like a fire truck and such
Still smoking like somebody just sparked up a Dutch
Or the Branch Davidian compound around town
Doomsday can start now, motherfucker count down

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Everlast]

Recognise, analyze, mobilize, analyze the great white cold
Irish pope being canonized
The portrait’s painted, about to get sainted
Any single kingdom you from I’ll reign it
The hustle been tainted, the plot’s been foiled
The whole world sold out, you all got spoiled
I spit that flame, I spark that fire
All the woods bow down and they call me sire
I’m the true peckerwood Caucasoid messiah
I’m a crazy baldhead, death’s when I retire
You can’t burn my kingdom if it’s made of fire
You was born from a bitch so you was born a liar

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Slaine]

Yeah, I ain’t here to talk it out man, fuck a dialogue
I’m an enemy, you want a friend? Go and buy a dog
If the methods to my madness is idiotic
And violence is a disease and everybody in my city got it
I pack a banger and I hang around with crooks
Who run across the country making money off the books
I’m gluttonous and greedy just as hungry as it looks
I seen they wouldn’t feed me so I took it like a jux (gimme that!)
My eyes are open, head is racing forever
Got an army behind me, a federation of terror
They can blindly define me as the insomniac zombie
Who shot ya, look at ya, you remind me of Gandhi
It goes three times in the chest, point blank range
Forty-four right on the back like Danny Ange
The cocaine makes my brain so strange
One up in the chamber, let the bullets go bang

[Chorus]

[Chorus: Everlast]

Keep an eye out for your soul, girl
Don’t let them devils take it away
All that glitters is not gold, girl
Hollywood is a dangerous place to play

Keep an out for your soul, girl
Cause ain’t nothing getting rid of the stain
The hills are dark, the hills are cold, girl
They’re soaked in blood, they’re draped in pain

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

Her hells clicking on the black asphalt
The beauty, a pistol, and a passport
I couldn’t tell her nothin, look what her titties and her ass bought
You never asked what that cost, tell her that she can’t afford it
Next thing you know she gotta have it, she can’t avoid it
Champagne dreams, caviar wishes
Barely eighteen with bad intentions
Baby take heed, don’t just laugh
And stress the fact I’m in the music business
Accuse me of using bitches
You’re probably right, that guarantees it’s the truth I’m spittin’
Trust nobody, question everything
The only thing certain is death eventually
And how perception is received
Deception is conceived, sex, drugs, decadence, and greed
You’re my daughter, I raised you to be a queen
It seems like it was just yesterday you were born
I take responsibility for putting you onto the truth
To the devils and the gods it doesn’t matter if you live in the rain
You can’t wash it out cause nothing gets rid of the stain

[Chorus]

Keep an eye out for your soul, girl
Don’t let the devils take it away
Hills are dark here, hills are cold girl
It’s soaked in blood, they’re draped in pain

Keep an eye out for your soul, girl
Don’t let the devils take it away
All that glitters is not gold, girl
Hollywood is a dangerous place to play

[Verse 2: Slaine]

The hills have eyes in the land of lost angels in skies
The lies are disguised leaving truth tangled and tied
The fiends are awake, the lights are bright, the strangers are high
Dreams are at stake, there’s no brakes on a dangerous ride
First you love it and you want it, go faster cause it’s a rush
Hit the gas, try to chase cause you want it but you can’t touch
The more that you speed and try to catch the further you fall
You scream for help and it seems nobody heard you at all
Baby, I don’t want to see you repeat it and try to be me
Believing all the bullshit that they feed you on the TV
You’re my seed and I was tortured, I need you to believe me
I rose from the city, fell into the seedy side of greedy
It’s a letter from your daddy if I’m gone when you hear it
Just a memory, a voice on a record, even a spirit
Just remember it don’t matter if you live in the rain
And try to wash it out, nothing gets rid of the stain

[Chorus]

Keep an eye out for your soul, girl
Don’t let them devils take it away
All that glitters is not gold, girl
Hollywood is a dangerous place to play

Keep an out for your soul, girl
Cause ain’t nothing getting rid of the stain
The hills are dark, the hills are old, girl
They’re soaked in blood, they’re draped in pain

[JFK talking]

To a new generation of Americans.

[Nixon talking]

I must put the interest of America first. People have got to know whether or not their president's a crook. Well I'm not a crook.

[Slaine]

I'm an American

[Charles Manson]

United States of America is the demon of the world.

[Verse 1: Slaine]

I'm a product of America, youth psychotic from narcotics
Born consumers and STD's, yeah I got it
A victim of a media machine, violence and lust
Top to bottom and greedy in between
I'm a menace with big dreams
And no morals to stop me from none
I gotta get mine, that's why I went and copped me a gun
Police'd put me in a cage if they could lock me in one
These dudes'd kill me out of jealousy, they'd pop me and run
Shit I'm bloodthirsty too, we were raised with foul ways
It's in everything we watch and listen to nowadays
When the younger kids are way more depraved
With a hunger for beef, some'll run around the neighbourhood crazed
Land of the free, home of the brave, my world is a morgue
One day I'll lay alone in a grave, still my dome is enslaved
In the haze of the power I crave
I can't help it, this is how I was raised

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

My synergy's a conspiracy, I hit the scene like spinning guillotines
Villains creep through your village deep while idiots sleep
I'm awake, dominate, annihilate, I violate
Obliterate, incinerate, exterminate, I'm an American
Murder, hate, violence and war, tyrants galore
Riots and more, a violent uproar, the rise of the poor, we monitor all
Everybody signed at the door
So walk out now or you may never survive at all
We murder capitals, turn hometowns to homicides
TNT tinted Econolines
My take on society's beyond the fabrications that they prophesized
Colonize through modern lies
Economize and sodomize
Humanity everyday, vanity scrape
Gravity take hold of your sanity, wait
This is not an exercise, this is real life
Salvage your fate, contaminated planet of hate
The children sing a passage of faith
Lavish taste was a trait of Alexander the Great
Savage grace gravitate to mathematics & space
Like Dr. Malachi when the hidden cameras invade
Get shafted and played like the others these cannibals ate – I'm an American

[Chorus]

[Everlast (excerpt from "America The Beautiful" in the background)]
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea.
[Ill Bill (cut by Lethal)]
I need a blowjob and a pizza
[Ill Bill (repeatedly)]
I'm an American

[Verse 3: Everlast]

Hey yo my gluttonous nature is imperialistic
I'm completely irrational, I'm unrealistic
Got the right to talk shit, got the right to bear arms
I bring disease, I bring famine with some guns and some bombs
Got my four horse squad, my lightning rod
I'm in a beef with the Devil and I fight for God
I'm from the Highland clans, I'm on some stolen lands
The crown jewel in the New World Order plans
Get your quarter cam, place your order, man
Step up right this way to slaughter, lamb
While every one of y'all freedoms got emancipated
You just surfed on the net and you masturbated
We got hoes, we got bloods, we got sex, we got drugs
We got laws, we got all the right people to break ‘em
We got blood, you got oil, you got land we can spoil
We got bigger, better guns, yo I know we can take ‘em

[Verse 4: B-Real]

Once upon a time in America there was a hustler holding a Derringer
Wearing a black hoodie and living life like the predator
Hated this life, embarrassed of being alone
The little he knows will get him a past
Assed out with his head blown
It's no living, the land of the lost
Could've been a leader but put on the cross
Needed to push for his cause
Breaking laws, now he's a felon
The system is flawed
Praying to God every day of this life fighting the odds
He wants a piece of the pie, the gleam in his eye
American dream in his mind, led him astray in his stride
Inside of a cell, he put his whole family through hell
Broken apart, breaking his mother's heart
He started in school when he was on the path to losing his mind
Whatever happened to, “No child gets left behind.”?
Just another slogan I'm hoping that you can comprehend
I'm born to struggle, I'm an American

[Chorus]

[Intro: Slaine]

Don't get sidetracked, c'mon. There's a million dollars in the motherfucking pocket. La Coka Nostra. We taking the motherfucking hip hop game over punching them in the eye. Yeah, I'm getting high.

[Verse 1: Slaine]

If you ain't know homes then it might go down
La Coka Nostra, now you in the Psycho Realm
FBI got files on a microfilm
We got kids on our dick like a Michael film
No Neverland Ranch or a Running Man jam
Just a hundred-man camp go-go-gonna blam blam
R-r-running stance man with a ton of damn plants
Then get the money and scram with the gun in my pants

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

Visions of pain, cut like incisions with blades
Spoke to the Devil yesterday, he put some shit in my brain
Twisted with Slaine, Manitoba sniffing the ‘caine
'86, take Jordans off of kids on the train
I spit flames, spit fireballs, wire jaws
My mind stay hacked through firewalls
We causing the riot y'all
We them white boys always down to fight and brawl
Malcolm X out the window, make the rifles talk

[Verse 3: Everlast]

Yo I'm mad obnoxious and I'm kinda rude
Got a pocket full of money, need to strip for food
Got an airplane ticket and a new suitcase
Got a boxcutter tucked underneath my shoelace
Got my nuts up and my passport ready
Let's hit the fucking bar and see some titties already
Puff in Alvarado, pull over by the wall
I'mma jump out the cab and count this eight ball

[Chorus: Sick Jacken]

Le vendí polvo a los güeros, están locos los cabrónes, son los más cocodrilos del ghetto, (What'd he say?)
serio pedo con el clavo de yeyo, gringo periquero con el chavo primero. (What the fuck is he talking about?)
Dicen que se llama la Coka Nostra, saco un ocho, luego piden otra bolsa
le pone a esa madre hasta que el vato choca. Surtiendoles es La Cosa Nostra, homie.

[Verse 5: Slaine]

You so fucking crazy I'm freaking, let's vanish
I don't even know if what he's speaking is Spanish
Puerto Rican, Japanese, Korean, or Haitian
We stick out like a sore thumb being caucasian
Chill the fuck out, Slaine! Who's in the Lincoln?

[Verse 6: Ill Bill]

You're coked out your face and the booze that you're drinking
Is making you p-noid, confusing your thinking
Chill out in front of Everlast, you're just gonna jinx him!

[Verse 7: Everlast]

Ey yo I can hear you dudes running your mouths
I got some cokehead bitches naked up at the house
We can feed em all yey and bust nuts in their mouths
But I'm taking it down

[Interlude: Slaine]

I fucked a duck on the couch. Yo what's your name anyways? Britney? Didn't you used to work over at Centerfolds? They fired you cause you were too fat? Oh that's fucked up. You look skinny to me. You like doing coke though, right? Oh I can get you a job somewhere else. Show me your titties.

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Everlast]

Yo I'mma take it back to the old school like Red Dawn
And blow the fuck up like Lebanon
You ain't my first or my second, you my thousandth born
And I put you on all that shit you on
The originator, kid, look what you done did
Snitched, told a fib, sent feds to the crib
I ain't under arrest, I'm David Koresh
Bring a strap and a vest, send your mother my best
Bring all your big guns and your funeral clothes
Cause my rap's gonna feel like six Wacos
Make a new set of laws and we'll still break those
Get a new list of drugs, we will take those
Standing on the block in my b-boy pose
Nike sneakers on my feet and my wrist stay froze
Chilling on the corner in a b-boy stance
With a gun in my pants and some blood on my hands

[Chorus: Slaine]

Once upon a time not too far in the past
When people said what they meant and lived life fast
There was a young man who was misled
By another motherfucker, this is what he said
Once upon a time less recently
I had to walk around with the piece with me
There was a young man who was misled
So I put the gun to his head, this is what I said

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

Dance with the Devil, conquer the planet with God
Swim with the sharks and transcend unbearable odds
Wrestle alligators, man-eaters, snakes, and gorillas
I catch a bullet in my teeth and spit it back you killer
I painted cathedrals with Michelangelo
Decorated the face of a nasty hoe while the camcorder rolls
I'm a certified stunner surrounded by murderers
Tech 9 runners and pistol-packing homicide gunners
Coka Nostradamus, holy rollers exploding martyrs
We heat the block up hotter than molten lava
Realer than rock stars dying in bathtubs choking on vomit
I'm like a psychedelic drug that you open your mind with
My logo incite riots, cause oppressed nations to rise in defiance
Overthrowing any tyrant, any war machine, any shadow government structure
On a grassy knoll my guns and ammo will touch ya, fucka

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Slaine]

This is LCN, we ain't for the faint of heart
We rearrange your teeth, leave your cheeks maimed with scars
C'mon man, you know your grind ain't the same as ours
The only time you held nines was in a game of cards
And your crew is full of fags like a gang at Oz
I roll with strictly underdogs who overcame the odds
Pushers, villains, rap legends, hookers, and killers
This is for the lost angels and the Brooklyn guerillas
Boston stranglers, con artists, scammers, and thieves
We fuck porn stars right down to amateur freaks
I need a grand in my sneaks, gram of the leak, hand on my piece
Anything else is only bringing sand to the beach
I'm a bad motherfucker, that's why I rose above you
When you're like me everybody loathes to love you
Say I might be the next one OD'd in a room
With an unreleased album and a seed in the womb

[Chorus]

[Chorus: Everlast]

Glory fades and glory days ain't always what they seem
Give all I got and make my salaat and dream my broken dreams
I crawl inside, ball up and hide, tuck my pain away
And hope to God I fall into a sleep where I can stay

We all got bills to settle, we all got a price to pay
And if I make it through the night I can fight another day
They say it's better to burn out than it is to fade away
I just hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay

[Verse 1: Slaine]

It was a couple of years ago that I started becoming numb
No one could understand where all my words were coming from
Having visions of a nine-to-five, a wife, a blunt, a son
Of a life of hustle getting by with some of the running gun
Is it best to be a crumb? My ex says he's a bum
Lashing out in violence whenever my destiny it hung
In the balance, rum, I'm drinking gallons, some think that my flows
Are more poetic than the poems of Edgar Allen Poe
But I know that I'm at a challenge though
I can hold an old Calico to my dome and let my talents go
Shit, I spent my whole life around the violence so
I planted seeds of hate oh I let my habits grow
I slept with the homeless, I copped with the fiends
Lost the love inside my heart, I even forgot what it means
Seen the ripest nights turn into the rottenest schemes
But through it all I have never forgotten my dreams

[Chorus]

When the gutters fill with blood that's spilled from friends that pass away
And memories of eulogies while standing by their graves
Just trying to survive we wind up living lives like slaves
I hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay

We all got beef to settle, we all got demons to slay
And if I pray all through the night I can fight another day
They say it's better to burn out than it is to fade away
I just hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

Rest in peace to my homie Sob
I stand before an altar of open sepultures and coffins
I heard Javier got killed, it didn't seem real
With an army of goons drinking straight vodka to deal
We live and die by the gun, wear our hearts on our sleeves
Even though our compassion's destined to die on the streets
What's left over a cold hollow murder machine
With an appetite for malevolence, perversion, and greed
When one of us dies we don't really learn anything
Outside the funeral doing bumps, burning trees
Plotting revenge, crying over fallen angels
Sometimes your friends die the most awkward strangers
I can't lie, sometimes this life makes me a stranger to myself
But I'm pulling myself together, it's bigger than just me
As I spit this bear witness to truth
My unborn seed listens while I spit in the booth

[Chorus]

Glory fades and glory days ain't always what they seem
Give all I got and make my salaat and dream my broken dream
I crawl inside, ball up and hide, tuck my pain away
And hope to God I fall into a sleep where I can stay

We all got bills to settle, we all got a price to pay
And if I make it through the night I can fight another day
They say it's better to burn out than it is to fade away
I just hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay

[Verse 1: Bun B]

It's just one man, one mission, and one mind
With one button, one push, yelling, “One time.”
With one chance, one target, and one shot
With one second to pray, that's all that Bun got
I'm slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned out
And loony-toony, I'm looped up and looned out
So not being of a sound state of mind
I'm an example of western civilization's decline
I'm a loner, a rebel, samurai solo
Balls to the wall and bolo out for dolo
Bad case of tunnel vision, one-track minded
Blurred by the bullshit and criminally blinded
Feeling like a refugee fighting for his dinner
My life is on the line and the line's getting thinner
I know Hell is waiting for me and there's nowhere to run
So I just flick the switch and it's done

[Chorus: Bun B/Everlast]

When it's a suicide you can choose your side
When it's a homicide you can choose your side
When it's a genocide you can choose your side
You can choose your side when it's a suicide

When it's a suicide you can choose your side
When it's a homicide you can choose your side
When it's a genocide you can choose your side
You can choose your side if you choose to ride

[Verse 2: Everlast]

Yo Peter Piper picked peppers, Run rocked rhymes
Jesus healed lepers, Judas dropped dimes
Moses split the Red Sea, Mohammed took back Mecca
And Michael battles Lucifer for who collects ya
And Hitler killed Jews while Schindler freed ‘em
And Foreman was the champ until Ali beat him
Mobutu was a killer and this well-known
These Bushes keep acting like they're Corleone
I'm the curse of ?, I'm original sin
I'm Reverend Mao Tse Tung, ? Ho Chi Minh
I'm in that Brian Jonestown Massacre zone
A little bit of Leonard Cohen to set the perfect tone
Call me Pope John Paul Wall, got a grill for all y'all
Jeff Dahmer wilding in the hall with the saws
A fine young cannibal, Hannibal Lecter
Killing bitches like Robert Blake and Phil Spector

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ill Bill]

Fuck peace, war is the outcome found to really be right
I teach you how to make a shotgun out of PVC pipe
And make a molotov cocktail out of equally trite
Seemingly nice common household products
My teenage life as a boy soldier was inscribed in the blood of my parents
Now I kill for approval from my commanders
Barely remember my baby sister
Brainwashed to forget by this shady system
They were murdered in front of my face and I barely miss them
I've lost my soul, I'm numb from war, movies, and drugs
I'm a machine and they use me as such
Slaughtering way too many people to count now
Sniffing the brown brown, mountains of cocaine and gun powder
This AK-47 is God, these shells are individual angels of death
Guided by the most high
Programmed to purify anyone who approach mine's
Suicide, homicide, genocide, we all die

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

I'm the problem and the solution
The revolution won't be televised, it's too gruesome
Too gangster, too graphic for you born-again faggots
My words inspire people like the ten commandments
I floss with diamond teeth, SCUBA dive on a private beach
Billy Idol smoke chronic with Cheech
I cut your tongue out for talking against me
My enemies' grandchildren will remember me for centuries
The fine line between insanity and genius
Murder you, I give your reality a remix
Humanity's beneath us, we super humans
Super tyrants, super violent, listen to the way my nine click
Right before I pop your collar
The most hated from New York like I shot your mamma
Compare me to Amazon.com for dollars
Canarsie Osama, riding with a ? of martyrs, fucker

[Chorus: Everlast x 2]

Hardcore chemical, gangster material
Tri-city machine bang in your stereo
Put em up, shut em down
Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound

[Verse 2: Everlast]

The thicker the plot, the quicker the shot, the liquor and pot
Got me higher than the Denver junkie, shocking the monkey
Feeding his habit, set it up, cook it up, tie it off and stab it
Shoot it up, feel the rush then throw up your guts
Nod out for a while cause the style is nuts
Like I'm in Roca, it's fucking Coka
These other cats fake it with that baking soda

[Verse 3: Danny Boy]

This is it, this is it, yeah I'm back on the shit again
(Slaine: Danny Boy, Danny Boy, you ever gonna spit again?)
C'mon homie you know me, yeah I birthed your style
The money-back guarantee, I make it worth your while
Still the Cadillac King, I don't fuck with foreign cars
American, I need a blowjob and a porn star
Nobody move, no not one punk
I fuck around and pull out my shotgun pump

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 4: Slaine]

Yeah dope motherfuckers I came back to spit
Move with the hunger fueled by a lack of chips
When I lose my cool and shoot it's accurate
Give me some room, I make yous move back a bit
I came from a town where the hope can drown
Bought a teaspoon ? from the dope and found
With their necks tied up and the rope around
Eighties cars overheated broken down
Car-thieving heathen, living where no odds or even
Gambling fist fighters watching the kid bobbing and weaving
Everybody scheming, we all deceiving
I wrote my words on the walls of mausoleums
Now I stand in a position of strength
So I speak for those who can't, I spit what I think
I'm from the city where motherfuckers were sticking the pigs
I rep the Irish street cats and the micks in the clink, c'mon

[Chorus x 2]

[Chorus: Everlast x 2]

We all gonna die telling soldier's stories
When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run
P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

I got fly bitches twice as hot as Ice La Fox
That'll get you sliced and popped for that icy watch
Y'all fucking idiots could learn a lot about business
Y'all buying Benzes and putting down payments on buildings
The king of the kidnappings and big ransoms
It's Ill Bill homie, I break atoms and spit anthems
We Mansons, grab automatics and throw tantrums
Show you how the fuck we pop off the banger
He was an alchy with lots of coke
A perfect stranger like Balki Bartokomous
He saw the Glock, he froze, he fell to his knees, begged for his life
Said he was holding another ten keys with his wife
Told me hood, dressed, threw him in the trunk of the car
Got ten more bricks plus twenty thousand dollars
Robbed him of the bread, put the cocaine in the jar
Shot him in the head, took the yeyo then I'm gone

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]

We place the O in the soldier, wear the mask for the psycho clique
My name embedded in the game like a microchip
You hear the name and you know that the mic get ripped
Psychorealm, LCN, and we don't like your shit
I keep my spit raw with street slang
I script all unauthorized biographies of sick dawgs
My block filled with the war stories
So we document the crazy lifestyles of the scarred homies
We psycho Mexicans, that's how we roll in cliques only
And got an arsenal to go against your sick army
The casualties of war from faculties that fall
The ? turns real in a street assault
Soldiers dying in the killing fields
This a rap song, that street gang banging shit is really real
Don't get it confused, the city kills
I burn nine milli drills the enemy of warfare's get it ill

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3: Slaine]

I reach my speech bitterly through every bitter release
Chasing demons out my mind to get rid of the beast
Walk across roads of lost souls, considered deceased
Then watch the puppet masters dangle strings litter the streets
The young man pulls his jeans, crease fitted his piece
By his belt buckle, grabbing his balls, gritting his teeth
Violent and lone, waiting just to settle his beef
His fate becomes a weight inside a heart so heavy with grief
Inside a cemetery children of the 70's sleep
Products of the 80's fight for Hell and Heaven each week
Dormant dreams and the doorways to never be reached
Now it's absolutely evident whenever we speak
For me to pick up all the pieces sick assault from a sicker soul
Watching girls sliding down a stripper pole sniffing blow
The drug haze is a sport, this is no pick-up ball
I got a five-year mando right next to my dick and balls

[Chorus x 2]

[Intro: Slaine]

For the Georgetown bank robbers, this one's for you. C'mon.

[Chorus: Ill Bill]

I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

[Verse 1: Slaine]

Let's smoke a bundle of embalming fluid
Stick an armoured car up, I'mma climb into it
All I need is an eightball and nine to do it
I'll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit
I know some wannabes sloppy with keys
With coke and cash in the crib, probably trees
We'll get em drunk, passed out then copy his keys
Open his door, rope up his whore and then breeze
I know the time for a robbery
Is very long but it really doesn't bother me
I need to get rich, bitch cause I'm drug sick
I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique
Fuck a pig cop faggot or a mug flick
We get away clean, we'll never be seen
And this is the American dream
So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Everlast]

It's the ironman with the nine in his hand
Got my mind on my plan cause I grind for the fam
Kick in the door waving the four-four
Run the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floor
Ties his hands around his back with extension cords
He was slipping backstage at the Source Awards
I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPD
We get high committing strong-armed robberies
Don't matter if it's crack, heroin, or trees
When the gun's in your face, you gonna open the safe
Unless you really wanna know how a bullet'll taste

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ill Bill]

I pull hammers like double aces, my Desert Eagle's in your fucking faces
It's Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest
A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines
A fucking idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimes
I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicken
Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
Fuck a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch
We the shit, motherfucker this is it
We the real thing, we bring Scorsese to reality
I turn horrifying behaviour into salaries
I jump out a helicopter and pop ya
Run up by you while you're in Burger King eating a Whopper

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Slaine]

There's a war going on inside no one is safe from
You can never run, hide, or escape from
The nature of beast with papers laced with deceit
I watch the wolves lead the wolf's leash in a nation of sheep
What the fuck you think they want? Is it hatred or peace?
Who designed the bombs or terrorists that made the disease?
They made you believe there's nobody as crazy as me
As if I am the polluter who made it too hazy to see
Open up your eyes it's horrifying, it lays you to sleep
You eat the bullshit seven days of the week
If you could look past your block you would be raising your piece
At the police, instead the beast just stays in the streets
And the government still controls the ways we can speak
The apple don't fall far from the atheist tree
We should cry for the children who breathe
They going to bleed, there's a big difference in what we believe
I can't breathe

[Chorus: Ill Bill x 2]

It's a spectacular terrorist event
Nuclear medicinemen smacking God with the six-finger Devil's hand
Blood money's the only money there really is
Whether you bang on the block or boardroom for billions

[Verse 2: Everlast]

It's such a hard grind trying to stay divine
The problem with the Devil is the bitch is so damn fine
Spare me your problems, I'm handling mine
I drink whiskey, smoke kush, I don't eat swine
I travel through time, shifting forms
I wear a crown of thorns full of rage and scorn
The whole fabric of the universe gets torn
But Pharaoh wants blood from all the first-born
You can't stop the coming of the here that's after
The suffering and pain underneath the laughter
And tell me who's gaining from the pain and sorrow
If it's up to me, revolution starts tomorrow
Run, get your gun, shoot George and his sons
We're taking fortunes from all the fortunate ones
Straight Robin Hood screaming, “Fuck the law!”
And they planned 9/11, fuck what you saw

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]

Yeah,
This is the beginning of theocratic civil war,
Carving out the country's stomach to eat the liver raw,
The world is changing, atmosphere rearranging,
Religion corrupted the image that we were made in,
America's beauty is skin deep, I'm sorry to say,
Like the portrait of Dorian Gray,
You pray to God because of Pascal's wager,
Not for the saviour, and not to correct your behaviour,
Saw you screaming the words when he said the chorus,
But i don't really think none of y'all are ready for it,
No food and blackouts of every street light,
Revolution'll make Fallujah look like a street fight,
No blood for oils, what you scream at the slaughter,
But what about blood for air and blood for water,
Its sorta the starter, of what the ruckus is,
Immortal Tech, Ill Bill,
Tell them what the fuck it is!

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 4: Q-Unique]

The newscaster casts a disaster for television ratings
Like ? a passport to Hell to visit Satan
The government officials twist into a coil and spit venom
Brainwashing their children to get oil and get ?
They got sleeper cells selling me Dutches in BK
They'll infilitrate the infrastructure and fuck us on D-Day
Get the mandatory neef barcode stamped across your wrist
The plot twists till mankind no longer exists
McDonald's, Marlboro, NASDAQ, Exon, and Ford
? as Clear Channel facing armageddons abroad
The severed heads of the dragon, the whore of Babylon
The Statue of Liberty, there's much more to examine on
The President's nothing but a figurehead
While the fallen angel gathers an army of the living dead
Your life's doomed to tornadoes, typhoons, and volcanoes
Consume the whole fable and soon will prove fatal

[Chorus x 2]

(Everlast)

Yo, I've been rhyming since my daddy's dick first got wet
Kicked a hole in the womb of my mother then I jet
Back to the scene of the crime
A true mastermind
I'll never do time

(Slaine)

Nah, but I do watch my watch till the second hand stops
And the bars close down and the records get dropped
Piss drunk in the parking lot speaking dumb
Gun all sticky from the Puerto Rican rum

(Ill Bill)

I keep it real like the 80's when we flooded the block
Stick up kids went from baseheads to suckin' the cock
The hottest bitch in my projects discovered the rock
A year later had the monster climbing out of her twat

(Slaine)

This is a stick up
I told you you could reach for the sky
Fuck a chip off the brick or the piece of the pie
The worst thing they did to the kid was leave him alive
Now I'm ruthless moving with a reason to die

(Everlast)

The trees got me so high kid sniff your next line
My culture's refined
I'm heavy on the grind
I'm hard in the paint
My uzi weighs a kilo
I'll smack you in the face and crack your head like Cee Lo

(Ill Bill)

It's a fact homey eagles don't roam in flocks
But the eagles that I got will put a hole in your top
So predictable I'm already knowin' your plot
It happens so fast you won't even know that you're shot

(Slaine)

Till the concrete is painted with pain
Cause you bein' dead is the only way they'll ever say you were slain
Black scully, black bandana, and black coat
with the co-leader in the House of Pain (that's coke)

(Danny Boy)

You already know what it is
It's the pimp, the sniff and the aw shit
That ain't dandruff homeboy
Hell naw that ain't dandruff

All in together now - That's coke (x5)

(Ill Bill)

That's coke in freezer bags hidden in the ferarri
More raw than Big Daddy Kane spittin' with Marley
More white than them three bitches sniffin' with Charley
That's coke like a boston george new year's party

(Everlast)

The motherfuckin' svengali
Mob boss got body in the XL Denali
With the mossberg shotty
Got a full box of shells and a ransom note
That ain't gun powder out on my dash (that's coke)

(Slaine)

I'm raw as sushi
Belushi's spirit probably is with me
I'm Rick James bitch, ask Bobby and Whitney
In the hood where the maniacs will rob you to get me
Gettin' blown by Paris, Nicole, Lindsey, and Brittney
You shittin' me?

All in together now - That's coke (x12)

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids, if he did he'd still be alive
Al Pacino fucked up twice
I'm a vet but Benny Blonco ain't taking my life
I might end up on the beach with my seed in my wife
One last hustle, last hoorah, move this last bundle
I caught bodies out here, homie, y'all can't fumble
Most of my felonies are legendary
That's why I put most of my enemies in cemeteries
I seen visions from beyond the grave burning in Hell
Screaming in pain to God begging to be saved
This is purgatory, another first degree murder story
They took my kindness for a weakness and turned it on me
That's when I blacked out, pulling triggers like I was cracked out
Eyes bugging out my head tapped out
Schized the fuck out, loced out, coked out
Shinied up, left you soaked the fuck up and smoked out

[Verse 2: Everlast]

Fuck a motherless child from a penniless home
I'm an heartless lion with an iron-jaw bone
I'm no Al Capone or Corelone
But I've been known to put a hit out on the microphone
Fuck your time zone, fuck your area code
I'll detonate my payload and watch it explode
It's a gangster boogie, it's a soldier's hustle
Little bang take big bank if it got muscle
Drugs, money, sex, revolution is next
This ain't strong-armed robbery, we got a small armory
Fuck cracks and Glocks, we shooting back at the cops
Deep undercover like we running black ops
Battle cry singing, you're on my dick swinging
Ain't nobody fucking with this drama I'm bringing
Some men are king and some men are peasants
So come kiss the ring, bow down to the king

[Verse 3: Sick Jacken]

I'm from the double S till I drop
I rep the bubble vest with a Glock
My trouble stem from all the death on my block
The meth and the rock got zombie armies set to pop
Jail cells are funeral plots, they're stressed in a box
Sick Side harmony is like Jews and Arabs in bombing sprees
My hood's the Gaza Strip, this raw shit's a part of me
A cult following martyrs me, street life is haunting me constantly
Thinking cops with the friction are trying to slaughter me
A killer's lottery is roulette, not on himself
That's when Russians test the Mexicans and see who's next
Hit the block and you'll catch two Techs
Nevermind where you're from, we're reacting cause we preview death
Drive-by murder hit with a live burner
You try to shake a barrel to buck, it's not heard of
You are not everlasting, get slain by Ill Bill
One lethal dose of pain and get left on the hill

[Verse 4: B-Real]

There's so many ways to hustle man, I got em all locked
If you think about touching mine, the hammer's on cocked
Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We never stop the hustle, get the paper and fly
That's life in the city, shit is gritty, no it ain't pretty
But we on the grind, homie if you ain't rolling with me
When you against you just an enemy that might be a cancer
So then we're searching to remove your ass, ain't taking no chances
In the darkest places ones with the unknown faces
Cause fire places in hearts of the rebels you hating
You better take a look and recognise the monster created
I think we gotta choke em, we just elevated to hatred
What you know about survival? Ever struggle to eat?
What you know about the poverty? Ever live on the street?
When there ain't no opportunity trying to make ends meet
Then you become what they fear but they fear the elite

[Verse 5: Slaine]

Yeah, I'm a DMS soldier, EMS hold you
Now you're knocked the fuck out, you need a rest I told you
Homie you don't walk with a lean on my shoulder
Scheming on your dollar, fiending for a boulder
Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your culture
Who am I to revel? What I'm being is a vulture
On both coasts with the toast to roast you
My soul's so close to approaching hopeless
Flows so dope I do coke to focus
The angel with the dust so the smoke is smoking
You loathe how I roll, it was so ferocious
I know this, I always had a prose composure
Let the curtains close cause your shows is over
They'll be no more of you posers posing
It's raw uncut with a weapon to shoot
I'm the truth for the youth when I step in the booth, what!