Skull & Guns - DJ Muggs, Ill Bill, Everlast

Every Kennedy was assassinated by the Illuminati

They should’ve went to Yankee Stadium for Giuliani

Said Halliburton impersonated Sunni jihadits

Or at the Black Sabbath show pulling UZIs on Ozzy

Experts in judo and karate, shooters with shotties

Use computers to rob commodities, abuse technology

Produce monopolies, Google and Youtube robbery

Automatic, in other words these goons shoot constantly

Starting innocent enough until the militants come

Bringing bow and arrow nukes and guerrillas with guns

But sometimes it’s like killing a cockroach with a sledgehammer

Buying black market hummingbird stealth-cameras

Beyond the gates through the eyes of horror

Walk the seven churches channeling a fiery aura

Cautionary tale, extraordinary rendition

Torture me in jail and then the warden went missing

Yo we just talking, conversations with God

Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble

Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it

Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic

Yeah I can feel the fire again, the clench in my jaw

The rage in my chest, the stress in my palm, the pressure is on

The message is still reckless, my death-wish is gone

My focus is back, I’m sharp and obsession is strong

Critics told me that my message was wrong, they wasn’t listening right

Poetic prophet with the petulant storm

With the testament torn, smoking angel dust inside of Bible pages

My records was born from passion and survival rages

From people seen passing locked inside of cages

Running streets and hiding gauges, I’m performing live on stages

As positive as it can be for me

It’s my prerogative, are you sure you want to beef with me?

Nah you too chickens are too fishy, smelling faggoty and trashy and maggoty

Holding the liquor bottle nothing can stagger me

People love to hear stories of riches to raggedy

But what about the snitches and bitches always nagging me?

I don’t sleep, I don’t rust, in God I trust

Got a blood, got a cash, got a power lust

Got a bag of trick knowledge and an eye that’s all-seeing

While you’re waiting on the comeback of your supreme being

Master technician of the superstition

Doctor and a scholar, apocalyptic horror

Since Genesis I spit Revelations

Within infinite patience I United Nations

I’m the rising sun, I’m the new tomorrow

I’m the skull on the gun, I’m the song of sorrow

I’m the thirteenth hour, I’m the wisest owl

I’m a soul-eating predator, I’m on the prowl

I’m the stolen land, the wisest man

I’m the hidden hand, I’m the oldest plan

I’m the shifting shape, I’m the changing form

I’m the novus seclorum, I’m the coming storm