Secrets Worth Dying For - DJ Muggs, Ill Bill, Aaron Johnson

Live in the shadow of alien tribes with eyes the size of flying saucers

Funeral assassins spraying automatics out of coffins

Creeps with Lamas bogart like Feech LaManna

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supreme Japanese piranhas freezing the spinal

Draw, die first, Russian fanatics

If sleep is the cousin of death then death is the cousin of sadness

Murder’s the cousin of madness, love is the cousin of that bitch

I smash shit, give me my money I’m anxious

Crisp hundreds in the envelope, dookie on the?

Spit roughish with the hella flow, hootie on the blow

Buy up arms, molotovs, Irish car bombs

Wild out squads, I body those, nine in my palm

Only the dead have seen the end of war

We use the tools of vengeance

Fuck interrogation room confessions

Keep your mouth shut, I’d rather stay true to friendship

And follow that rule until everything I knew has ended

I’m like a meteorite, I’m like graffiti you write

If you knew the meaning of life amongst the greedy and trife

Two hundred forty thousand miles of neural threads in the human brain

Enough to stretch from planet Earth to the moon’s terrain

All I need is nine millimeters to think

I put it in perfect perspective so that people can take

Time to digest my thoughts, connect to receiver

Slice heads with swords drench you with ether

Maybe you been handed yourself one of them first class tickets to the

resurrection

Religious symbolism, the diamonds witness perfection

Shocking and horrific monstrosity

Monolithic iconic I’m scientific

Like that runaway satellite that crashed to the Earth

The one they didn’t tell us about, our planet is cursed

Ever since the mysteries of the pyramids

My fingerprints, DNA, retinal scans experience

Have been most helpful, navigated through the dead pool

But told you about them guys with eyes like head wounds

Biokinetic ooze they drool

You read about them in these books you didn’t get from school

This is not an exercise, this is fullblown thermonuclear war

Get your radiation suits on, we shooters and more

We the most vocal outerspace post-global

Fifty years ago I wrote quotables now I accept the Nobel

While ministers hope and cover the truth from the populous

I resurrect the light down and save this metropolis

Where cops are just looking for ops to rob us and set us up

It’s second nature in the streets of America

Where devils have us incarcerated like savage animals

At the hands of a system designed to kill us

They plan to do damage with psychological tools more than banana clips

Something simple like making cannibalism glamorous

Cult symbols hidden inside of movies behind the crucifix

Lucifer’s influence is evident in numerous

Everyday objects, the dollar bill, CBS

The gleaming eye of Horus big brother watching your every step

Moving up the ladder with Jacob until you break your neck

We ain’t concerned with who’s a Mason, we facing death

Nigga we all masons, bricks working to cheques

Paranoid leaders singing orders through a text

Skull and Bones terror bomb symbolize death

Fists symbolize powers, hands symbolize sex