Ill Bill - Order & Chaos (Feat. ILL Bill) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] He was the middle son of three children, lived in my building He went to Tildon, quiet cat, always kept to himself He never chilled with anybody but his girlfriend, drove an ‘82 Whirlwind Homie's grades in school was perfect Honour student with a talent for mathematics Used to design computer graphics in cla** instead of doodling I would write rhymes, smoke blunts on the bench at night time While he was doing his homework and watching Nightline Looking over MIT brochures, Invitations to the Pentagon from headhunters of course I heard that NASA was inquiring about his status He was about to be a rookie in the NBA of mathematics A rock star amongst astronauts, first round draft pick Amongst physicists and cancer doctors Then the CIA recruited him to be a shooter I set him up so that Diabolic could shoot him We planned a**a**ination plots, lasers attached to gats that pop Finely glued to the top of the barrel, the average shot Could take two people's heads off simultaneously Aiming at cranium spraying them in the coffin displaying them This that shoot you in the face movement Bill and Diabolic is like Schwarzenegger and Stallone in the same movie I'm like Bronson in the Violent City Freedom fighter like Mumia, k** cops in Philly, listen [Interlude: Joker (Heath Ledger/The Dark Knight)] Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order and everything becomes chaos I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fear [Verse 2: Diabolic] It was a quarter past eight o'clock Bill called me and he named the spot This vacant lot around the way from the bagel shop He schooled me to exactly how the CIA would plot To make hip hop's value nothing more than a Jacob watch Illustrated by what's built with ancient blocks And the all-seeing eye through Jay's hand that portrays the Roc Not to worry, I had Engineer pay the cops So they would not respond to the calls about a fatal shot I later topped this roof viewing through a sniper scope What I like to call a future murder scene with righteous hope About to light a smoke when two headlights approached Rifle smoke strikes when they touch ground like lightning bolts Twice the volts in the same spot amazingly It's two birds, one stone, met his partner from the agency Was ex-KGB, defected through the State Department Wanted by authorities for treason, he's been made a target Took my position with this loaded rifle, aimed and sparked it A single shot k**ed them both, blood stained their garments Guess all the CIA and NASA training ain't matter When his brains splattered on the pavement as his face shattered The day after is used to cover tracks and lock the fortress Shot our sources and disposed of all their rotting corpses I know it's stunning, we ain't running like some track stars We chill with bodies buried in Uncle Howie's backyard [Outro: Joker (Heath Ledger/The Dark Knight)] Laughing