Info Junkies

[MC Serch]

Non Phixion!

[Intro: ILL Bill]

The ILL Bill collective 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 th-

The ILL Bill collective 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!

But then I walk the subway platform with gats drawn

But then I walk the subway platform with gats drawn

But then I walk the subway platform with gats drawn

[Verse 1: ILL Bill]

Like a postal worker coming home drunk that just lost his job

That’s what we dealing with in Roman times

I never liked school, those fucking devils always told me lies

And tried to brainwash, but read the value

Everybody fucking hates cops

And if you blasted one you gained props

Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit

Picture me selling my fly shit for five percent

Fuck that! I be on top going for self

Twelve-thousand units then another twelve

"I Shot Reagan" was the joint that sparked the tight chaos

Like stray shots that spray cops, break up the séance

Qualified by a homicide

[Hook]

The information junkies

Open your mental window

[Verse 2: ILL Bill]

[Verse 3: Goretex]