Info Junkies lyrics

[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 f*cking devils always told me lies
And tried to brainwash, but read the value
Everybody f*cking hates cops
And if you blasted one you gained props
Hyper sh*t, Roddy Piper sh*t, tiger-striped and sniper sh*t
Picture me selling my fly sh*t for five percent
f*ck 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]