Ill Bill - The Underworld 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Havoc] H, Living on the dark streets get your throat slit Eyes open, n***a better stay focus Got my wolves in here, that kush in the air Make you disappear like Hokus Pokus We'll never play fair, we don't f**in' care [?] You heir to the throne, get aired on the throne Mutha f**a, I'm Damien's Omen [Verse 2: Kid Fade] [?] [Verse 3: Johnny Richter] So who am I? Johnny Richter from the West Side [?] goes all day, zombie like all night 'Cause I might size you up then bite f** with me, I'll rip your head out your windpipe You in the panic [?] [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] k** a man for the kilogram k** a man back from the front with a slug like a militant Feel a man n***a ran with a realer clan Still a hand mover n***a fat like the thriller dance Silverback you warm up like guerrilla plan Still a band filler I'm a champ 'n' you still a fan Pop a bottle in the club then we spill a grand Carry chrome to your f**ing head where the sk**er can [Verse 5: Chino XL] The titan that's rising from the back of the morgue The barbarian created for war Witness the villainous minister boss Spit ridiculous religious sickening scriptures With every bit of resilience twisted wicked voice Simple nobody holds candles to the syllable lord And the temple be careful that's why the symbol of Hanukkah's for Slap a who*e dressed like Macklemore at a thrift store I'mma cut above how you n***as think like a lobotomy's for [Verse 6: Slaine] Before I self destruct where I stand today With a hand grenade and just pull the pin I'mma rant and rave, with a can of RAID For you co*kroaches in this piss pool of sin This ghoulish grin in this mood I'm in These psych-d** went and got my head all heavy I had the worst verse in the first Underworld f**, I'm supposed to be dead already [Hook: Scratches by DJ Illegal] You know me well! Reel wolf! Bury you in the Underworld [Verse 7: Necro] Psychedelic, Vicodin microphone villain Trife like a Rikers felon, I strike your cerebellum Nike acapella, compelling, incredible k**ing Audible, verbal, recordable murder. homie I'm chilling Encyclopedia, psycho media, Expedia CD are greedier, music industry CPR Smack you like crack chemicals Pull out the gat and attack generals You're whack, you lack genitals [Verse 8: Ruste Juxx] Victorious, impervious champion I am the streets my footprints stamped in Every rap that I pin, raw A1 Spitting like a motherf**ing M4A1 Ruste Juxx my long range accurate Lyrical monster n***as scared to do a track with Break backs with the greatest of ease It's Crime Heights n***a, triple OG's [Verse 9: Kuniva] Somebody tell this chick in the trunk to keep it down If them boys pull me over, I'm pulling them pieces out (BLOW) I thought I told you tell her: keep it down Dawg I did, man she cool Then why the f** her hands and feet stickin' out? I'm trippin', you don't want to see this long-nose I'm grippin' Like Scottie Pippen, I tear through him and everybody's pissin' Kuniva don't be talkin' with snitches it's not a comedy When I crack a n***a up and leave him in stitches b**hes [Verse 10: Sabac Red] The American drug lords and African raids North American greed, and Europeans relate Australia's finances, Asia is hell bound With nuclear war and an Antarctican melt down A state of urgency so I'm proposing a call To stay focused on the good and the hope for us all Explored seven continents within eight of these bars Crawl out the Underworld and see how related these are [Verse 11: Ill Bill] Black mask like Jihadi John Wax like molly wong Raps Tommy Tom Burn sherm like Bob Marley's bong Hit that b**h with a gnarly dong Pop off in her mouth like Mardi Gras Wipe my dick off on her mother's couch, sorry mom f**ing party on Hung like Donkey Kong And in control like Marley Marl Exploding cult leader Make that b**h gargle and swallow Then burp up a whole liter [Verse 12: Sean Price] Extort your team n***a Beef in the street with the pork and beans n***a Swine on your mind, divine on my grind No time to recline I'm trying to get mine I get it while the gettin' is good I'm good at gettin' it God the sh** in the hood Boy be shootin', loud shots noise pollution I'm real, I don't build, I destroy your movement P!