Nuclear Medicinemen - La Coka Nostra, Slaine, Ill Bill

There’s a war going on inside no one is safe from

You can never run, hide, or escape from

The nature of beast with papers laced with deceit

I watch the wolves lead the wolf’s leash in a nation of sheep

What the fuck you think they want?

Is it hatred or peace?

Who designed the bombs or terrorists that made the disease?

They made you believe there’s no one really crazy as me

As if I am the polluter who made it too hazy to see

Open up your eyes it’s horrifying, it lays in your sleep

You eat the bullshit seven days of the week

If you could look past your block you would be raising your piece

At the police, instead the beef just stays in the streets

And the government still controls the ways we can speak

The apple don’t fall far from the atheist tree

We should cry for the children who breathe

They going to bleed, there’s a big difference in what we believe

I can’t breathe

It’s a spectacular terrorist event

Nuclear medicinemen smacking God with the six-fingered Devil’s hand

Blood Money’s the only money there really is

Whether you bang on the block or boardroom for billions

It’s such a hard grind trying to stay divine

The problem with the Devil is the bitch is so damn fine

Spare me your problems, I’m handling mine

I drink whiskey, smoke kush, I don’t eat swine

I travel through time, shifting forms

I wear a crown of thorns full of rage and scorn

The whole fabric of the universe gets torn

But Pharaoh wants blood from the first-born

You can’t stop the coming of the here that’s after

The suffering and pain underneath the laughter

And tell me who’s gaining from the pain and sorrow

If It’s up to me, revolution starts tomorrow

Run, get your gun, shoot George and his sons

We’re taking fortunes from all the fortunate ones

Straight Robin Hood screaming 'Fuck the law!'

And they planned 9/11, fuck what you saw

Yeah, this is the beginning of theocratic civil war

Carving out the country’s stomach to eat the liver raw

The world is changing, atmosphere rearranging

Religion corrupted the image that we were made in

America’s beauty is skin deep, I’m sorry to say

Like the portrait of Dorian Gray

You pray to God because of Pascal’s wager

Not for the savior, and not to correct your behavior

Saw you screaming the words when he said the chorus

But I don’t really think none of ya’ll are ready for it

No food and blackouts of every street light

Revolution will make Fallujah look like a street fight

No blood for oils, what you scream at the slaughter

But how about blood for air and blood for water?

It’s sorta the starter, of what the ruckus is

Immortal Tech, Ill Bill

Tell them what the fuck it is!

The newscaster casts a disaster for television ratings

Like?

a passport to hell to visit Satan

The government officials twist into a coil and spit venom

Brainwashing their children to get oil and just net em

They got sleeper cells selling me Dutches in BK

They’ll infiltrate the infrastructure and fuck us on D-Day

Get the mandatory beef bar code stamped across your wrist

The plot twists till mankind no longer exists

McDonald’s, Marlboro, NASDAQ, Exon, and Ford

Verizon, Clear Channel facing Armageddons abroad

The severed heads of the dragon, the whore of Babylon

The Statue of Liberty, there’s much more to examine on

The President’s nothing but a figurehead

While the fallen angel gathers an army of the living dead

Your life’s doomed to tornadoes, typhoons, and volcanoes

Consume the whole fable and soon will prove fatal