Ill Bill ft. Vinnie Paz - A Bullet Never Lies Lyrics

A bullet never lies
It always tells the truth
My words are gunshots that
Influence the youth
Assassinate presidents like John Wilkes Booth
Put the message in the barrel
Of your gun then

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL
Fuck any media machine
Or magazine that front on my team
Word to my comrades in the struggle
Peace to HHC for putting me
And Necro on their cover
Your favorite rappers are Non Phixion fans
Your wifey is an ILL Bill groupie
With my dick in her hand
United and dead-set
These young hoes wanna fuck me
Excited like rednecks at gun
Shows in Kentucky
I rocked soccer stadiums in Bogota
Saw ten-thousand Colombians screaming
"Non Phixion, god!"
Don't be confused
This ain't that bullshit you listen to
We that shit that your bitch
Finger her pussy to
Pound that Moog organ, chemical warfare
Songs for hardcore goons
The rest of y'all scared
It's that radioactive green chronic
In the blunt music brooklyn homie
Run up and pop you with a gun music
Break it down for the blind, the brainwashed
Religious politicians and thugs pray
To the same God
Bloods and Crips, Democrats, Republicans
Red and blue states to represent
The sets they're running with
Other gangs play the game too
A blood named George Bush and his
Team smoked the entire Hussein crew
Classic example of former friends
Turned to rivals
Words of the Bible inspires murder
Turn to survival
Die for your set, bang for Muhammad and Jesus
A shitty public school system and
A car that's decent i'm an American
I need a blowjob and a pizza
So I'll overthrow you for oil
MasterCards and Visas

This is a motherfucking siege and slaughter
Another story of war
A holy vision of the purity and glory before
I warned you before about
Leviathan and biochips
And about the second coming
Of the Messiah shit
About the motherfucking mark of the beast
About the CIA distributing the
Crack in the streets a savage with beef
Leave your body wrapped in a sheet
He from Brooklyn, I'm from Philly
We was trapped in the streets
My rap is complete
With everything from clappers and heat
Pay us homage as you're praying
At your enemy's feet
That's why none of y'all can
Feel the God's real pain
And none of y'all will never
Know God's real name
Me and Bill is like the lightning and thunder
Like in 1985, Iron Mike and his hunger
A trifling brother
Give me the weed and the 'caine
So I can chop it up in
Pieces and distribute the pain
I know that that's some ignorant
Shit to be saying
But if I was you and you was me
Then you would spit it the same
You viciously maimed
Bleeding in a visceral flame
Till your spirit enter in
A metaphysical plane