Gore Elohim - 14 Years of Rap (Sanitized) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Holy sh**, they tried to torture me. Three officers bleed nauseously They eating pork and beans and involved in Pagan sorcery Super vegan, heard your crew is beefing. Now goons is creeping Hebrews blacker than Zulus and guidos rocking wife-beaters DTs rocking Fubu up in the ninth precinct Rusty pipes, no-bar types scheming through life cheating Seen the pig get shot in the face for the right reasons Find a way to civilize a trife heathen The Ill Bill collector suicide king—my sound's a hard drug We God's thugs popping off guns—you lost blood Like you lost your head. Talking to me is like having your fortune read By a fourth-century sorcerer that tortures men Then try to walk the subway platform with gats drawn Like a postal worker coming home drunk and just lost his job That's what we dealing with in Roman times I never liked schools. f**ing devils always told me lies And try to brainwash. But read the value—everybody f**ing hates cops And if you blasted one you, gained props Hyper sh**, Roddy Piper sh**, tiger type to sniper sh** Picture me selling my fly sh** for five percent. f** that I be on top going for delf. Twelve thousand units, then I sold another twelve "I Shot Reagan" was the joint that sparked the tight chaos Like stray shots that spray cops, break up the séance [Verse 2: Jise One] Ayyo white thugs is shot. Watch war ministers spot Many n***as are clocked out cause the undergound explore it hot Melting pot, a vandal four-angle to stop your freight. Fall Forward to get the sawed-off, welcome to get your Timbs sawed Lyric evangelist—I never turn the cheek I tore it off the case. It ain't sweet—sour to hot piece Speak to hear your half-a** multiplied by two Boo. n***as are an*l—through the bu*t, they learn to chew food Spit it out, you talk sh**. Cubed, your rhymes are obtuse Soon, you see me split ways seven to get the high shroom Zoom as a power. Check your lady flashing sideways (I see you) Battle you for the saddle, lost the rhythm to foreplay Nasty king interpret, take delegate-pa**ioned swimmers Sinner to all religious sect, tremor to any bigger Trigger to mental pistol power, shower your appearance Clearer, shatter the nearest foul play. Who wanna feel this? [Verse 3: Goretex] This is camp site. Take my advice—this game of life Holy nights like Hanukkah lights amid your gun fights Tel Aviv with laser sight. Platoon sh** Yo we move sh**, left-wing cats straight out of goon flicks So Uncle Howie gave them pigs a chase We here to fit the states. Glenwood projects made trainer's base Y'all can't emerge in a safe place I turn energy into sensory data in high rates W.H.T. your TVs and CDs LSD flash, k** my landlord for seven G's Tangle with my clique, I'll leave you shackled from your dick Mexican magic—pa** the peyote, an extra clip Yo I was bred with a tortured head Connecting with the dead. Divide the heathens—we conquered the fled Cashless society awaits us. Don't ever trace us You bore me sort of like Kiss without the makeup [Verse 4: Q-Unique] Incineration of your whole Generation X Next context sounded similar to top ten. Must stop when I drop panic and sink with rhyme thinking Iceberg your brain state—got your mind sinking, "Open" like the Fat Beats sign blinking Consider it illiterate—you can't read between the lines I'm ten times the pen rhymes you write on blue lines Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds Like p**y politicians, got political prisoners locked down Knock down and hit you with the impact of a penny tossed off the observation deck of a skyscraper I spy my paper like a board of secret cult The vital data that can shatter government bodies, rock parties Like a boulder rolling through a nightclub. One might bug at the fact That fourteen years of rap only got me underground dap I'm past that like I missed my stop on the A-Train Here's the weight gain from the great brain Pa** the spray paint