Crispy Innovators - La Coka Nostra, Ill Bill, Slaine

I’m not for conscious trade

I’m from the honest days of robbing chains and bombing trains

I operate differently: me and them are not the same

There is no law except the law of the beast

And the beast choose war over peace

Until all are deceased

Treachery is a virtue

Your best of friends’ll turn to enemies and hurt you

Discredit you and curse your mother or God

Escape past lies through heaven’s gate

Son of Saddam raped another mans wife on her wedding day

Police massacres to chiba traffickers

The beast is after us

The reaper laughs at us

Peeing through catheters

Shit through colostomy bags after violently stabbed

Vegetables connected to respirator tubes until the very end

Until the light is gone at the end of the tunnel

Delivering death to everything and everyone that ever loved you

Quotable madness, socially anxious soldier assassins

Skull full of maggots and a soul full of anguish

Fresh out the box, crispy innovators

Pull out in busy elevators

And spark shootouts on escalators

Fire AK’s from fire escapes

And rock the stage like a live grenade and got paid

Listen!

They sought to overpower me

Let the sickness in me just devour me

Listening to Bathory with Billy in the Bowery

The shotgun pump and the raw white empower me

Me Cult Leader and Slaine careless alchemy

I’m more hungry now cause I have another mouth to feed

Trying to kill this motherfucker, Operation Valkyrie

When Crypt got sick everything went south for me

Now this motherfucker got better and he out with me

Fuck whoever doubted me, all of y’all are gone

And y’all can’t overstand how it’s Apocryphon of John

Worshiping the energy and honoring the storm

Yet I’m a part of Mossad and honoring Islam

My son everything to me, he undoubtedly shining

And he walk with the aura of a powerful shaman

He either gonna be a writer or possibly rhyming

Ryan Marciano Terrence, the heart of a lion

Fresh out the box, crispy innovators

Pull out in pissy elevators

And spark shootouts on escalators

Fire AK’s from fire escapes

And rock the stage like a live grenade and got paid

Listen

It’s been so many years, I’ve been caught up in this game

Must’ve had it in my blood, I was brought up in this vein

Wrong at every level, momma thought I was insane

Brought my life between the lines and remained recordings of the pain

To here for my spirit giving order in my brain

Deception is distorted and it’s always been the same

So I accepted no shortage in the blame for the losses

Now it’s all water in the drain

Fighting these forces, crawling in my skin

Brawling with the things that made me, this is all I ever been

But I’mma take it home for the win

Come back with the Gods who atone for the sins

Hold chrome with the kings

Survivors that’s been dying to rule

Riding with that heavy metal that we’re liable to pull

There’s a bad moon rising in the skies and it’s full

Passion for life as seen through the eyes of the wolf