Vinnie Paz - Kill Devil Hills Lyrics
Verse 1 : Ill Bill(La Coka Nostra)Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopusThe two-headed eagle, thirty-third degree HebrewI speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the HezbollahAnd the CIA-funded Guatemala terror squadsThe Pentagon’s the TV producer, the war’s the productAnd the media’s the salesperson hustling consumersGlobal instability, terror networks, embassy bombingsA thousand ways to get the century poppingWhen mobs of people storm the neighborhood banksRiots in Time Square paralyzed by suicide bombings and tanksConfined to evil, rides are regalEmperors are ripped from their thrones by the people and then shot in their cerebralOne got away, created an empire made of fireNow he crying that the CIA made him wear a wireNow he getting water boarded up with some pliersPulling out his fingernails every time he tell a lieChorusPyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil HillsExistence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil KillCriminal official walk through with limited edition pistolsThe symbolism twist you when the clips hit youVerse 2 : B-Real(Cypress Hill)So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulatedI got a vision, the light in my head illuminatedYour mind’s scattered and broken and batteredSo what does it matter that a rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s ladder?I climbed the pyramid and punch him in the eyeballGive him a black eye, take a picture with my iPhoneNow his eye swolled ripping out my sidearmThey don’t like me, I’m ghetto, I spit and get my high onTell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lotKeeping it raw whether I’m in a bad mood or notOpen your mind with the venomous rhyme ?Lines born in a cypher, you asked for a square dealYou see me grinning, your head is spinningThe symbolism is just like prison, I’m trying to free you from your conditionI got a suspicion you *****es are wishing me goneI’m hitting the chron, a kiss on the cheek and it’s gone(Chorus)Verse 3 : Vinnie Paz(Jedi Mind Tricks)I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian, I’m a ShrinerMoorish Science Temple of America’s Osama? Al Mateen is the fatherUnited Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymerIt’s wild hard tryna stay on my deenI’m a bomb, I’m aram son of Shem and FateemKill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regimeI’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish teamI’m a force to be reckoned with, I’m the deer hunterThe dirtbag to the underage beer runnerI like cold and snow, never revere summerIf God is a woman then I never hear from herI’ll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumberI’m the definition of lightning, you fear thunderI’m taking everything mother*****er so fear hungerYou have a soft heartbeat *****ing queer drummer(Chorus)
