MARKED FOR DELETION - k** Devil Hills (Duplicate) lyrics

Feat. B-Real, Vinnie Paz [Ill Bill] Apocalypse, the angel of d**h, the octopus The two-headed eagle, 33rd degree Hebrew I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah And the CIA funded Guatemala terror squads The Pentagon's the TV producer, the war's the product And the media's the salesperson hustlin consumers Global instability, terror networks, emba**y bombings A thousand ways to get the century poppin When mobs of people storm the neighborhood banks Riots in Time Square paralyzed by suicide bombings and tanks Confined to evil, rides are regal Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the people and then shot in their cerebral One got away, created an empire made of fire Now he cryin that the CIA made him wear a wire Now he gettin waterboarded up with some pliers Pullin out his fingernails every time he tell a lie [Chorus: repeat 2X] Pyramids of Mars a/k/a k** Devil Hills Existence of God, Jihad, k** devil k** Criminal official, walk through with limited edition pistols The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you [B-Real] So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulated I got a vision, the light in my head illuminated Your mind's scattered and broken and battered So what does it matter that a rat-a** ba*tard fell down Jacob's Ladder? I climbed the pyramid and punch him in the eyeball Give him a black eye, take a picture with my iPhone Now his eye swolled, rippin on my sidearm They don't like me I'm ghetto, I spit and get my high on Tell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lot Keeping it raw whether I'm in a bad mood or not Open your mind with the venomous rhyme of rare sk** Lines born in a cipher, you asked for a square deal You see me grinnin, your head is spinnin, the symbolism Is just like prison, I'm tryin to free you from your condition I got a suspicion you b**hes are wishin me gone I'm hittin the chron, a kiss on the cheek and it's gone [Chorus] [Vinnie Paz] I'm a Freemason, I'm a Rosicrucian, I'm a Shriner Moorish Science Temple of America's Osama Issam al haq te al makte{?} is the father United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer It's wild hard tryin to stay on my deen I'm a bomb, I'm aram, son of Shem and Fateem k** devil, k** Devil Hill metal regime I'm a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team I'm a force to be reckoned with, I'm the deer hunter The dirtbag to the underage beer runner I like cold and snow, never revere summer If God is a woman then I never hear from her I'll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumber I'm the definition of lightning, you fear thunder I'm taking everything motherf**er so fear hunger You have a soft heartbeat, f**in queer drummer [Chorus]