The Wages of Sin

[Intro]
Our music is designed to awaken primordial instincts in the human mind, and whatever comes of this is our desire. When we perform music, it’s a ritual. It’s a very specific ceremony designed to unleash these emotions...

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, Heavy Metal Kings, yeah, look
In the whip, spray the block, we was starving too long
Windows down, homie, like the car was too warm
Slow flame, propane like the barbecue on
You’s a beta male, your father admonish you wrong
This freebase like the shit on the stove
Tell this asshole water wet, winter is cold
The drum look like it’s a cinnamon roll
Every bar sick, this is like carcinogen cold
We talking ‘bout the dough by the pound
All he get is two black eyes, coke and a smile
This is Abraham and Moses, this is Croach from the cow
It’s late in the fourth quarter, homie, go for the foul
This is Fright Night, I’m an evil led abomination
Everybody die and I will dead the conversation
I never liked you, homie, I’mma keep it the same
This a thump tank, pop you on the street that you came, toma!

[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
I’m like when Malachi York stepped off the starship
Look deep in my eyes, when I speak, your heart skip
Put you at ease and release you from hardship
Cult Leader with the rubber I’m coming hard dick
Tough Tony get your Tinder only squad flipped
You little fucks don’t know me I have your mom clipped
Fuck politics, make you swallow a hollow tip
I’m like Spartacus if he was in a bank robber flick
A cross between Corpo Leone and Conan
Heart of a lion, back down from no man
Pop the extendo up out the window, what you get for
Get your wig smoked
Your momma wear underwears with dick holes
Another day another dollar closer to the throne
Central will brick and blow, floating in a stolen drone
Fuck you we keep on moving like soul to soul
Half gun we travel on Death Row like Ronin roll

[Chorus: ILL BILL]
Hoodies and Armyfatigues, slicers with icepicks
Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids
On the A Train they might try to take your chain
Young thugs thirst for revenge, we gon' make ‘em pay
Hoodies and Armyfatigues, slicers with icepicks
Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids
On the A Train they might try to take your chain
Young thugs thirst for revenge, we gon' make ‘em pay

[Verse 3: Lord Goat]
All the Sativa, having no father made me a leader
Depressed sneakers, FILAs and broke beepers and fresh Caesar’s
Elohim, been a thief since I could hold a heater
This kid talks bold and fold pussy like Mike Seaver
I’m on the beach by the veaches? fiends pushin' receivers
I’m on Farragut, got the new drop like River Phoenix
Hit stoves with focus, when we pledgin' allegiance
My dogs at War with Satan, we all possess vehemence
We turn your grimace to head cheese, invest in the jet skis
I come from the bottom just to make my punches on 10 speeds
Your man shitting taking that green like land splitters
Got hardware that rip through your skull like transmitters

[Chorus: ILL BILL]
Hoodies and Armyfatigues, slicers with icepicks
Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids
On the A Train they might try to take your chain
Young thugs thirst for revenge, we gon' make ‘em pay
Hoodies and Armyfatigues, slicers with icepicks
Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids
On the A Train they might try to take your chain
Young thugs thirst for revenge, we gon' make ‘em pay
Young thugs thirst for revenge, we gon' make ‘em pay
Young thugs thirst for revenge, we gon' make ‘em pay...
We gon' make ‘em pay