Yeah Phi-Life Cypher, Millennium 2000 conquests Attacking the iluminati, check it out
Were gonna chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town Outa we town ah what we do Chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town Outa we town ah what we do
(Si Philly) I got the kinda style that makes disabled people run round I rap from sunrise to sunset that's when the suns down My name be Life some people mistake me for Jesus Christ Cause he was a light skinned in dreadlocks and sandals but I wear the Nikes We've both been crucified because of our wisdom and our beliefs From the system of Babylon triple six mark of the beast Now Satan be the patron of hate war and devastation His occupation is to turn the whole world into a gang of freemasons Like revelation I reveal, how I feel about Lucifer's army Those crack smoking blasphemers who munching on salami Gulping down Sunny Delight there'll be another devil's angle The Church of Satan receive 50% of the profits of proctor and gamble Heavy metal music supporting Lucifer's level Play their music backwards and your hear messages from the devil Government and church scams the Pope who run the Vatican Behind the people's backs be smoking crack plus he's a battyman Vicars and pastors too, curb crawling to prostitutes On Sundays they wear black suits claiming to preach the tune That's why they're wearing dogcollars not godcollars They're satanic scholars dishing red gold and green for devil colours
(Life) I'm dodging the black chop alias the sniper rights the sights The secret societies they try to snatch me in the night People that's in the 33rd degree levels diplomacy are planning on splitting my family like we were Jodeci You know its me come to give a nigga the factors the planets got a script and the populations exactors Im getting deep with you people Life just feel asleep We telling the people thats minds are weak there future's looking bleak They got a plan for women and man every boy and girl they bringing the new order to the world Coming just like a thief inside the night they blind you with their light They got you sipping sunny delight and thinking it be aight Gonna shock ya we Procter and gamble information to give the money to the Church of Satan Im not the patron lucifarians I be the rastafarian Scaring them like a shark in an aquarium I make you scream like you been in a Freddie dream cause I be in the team possessing anarchy heatedly Them men in black trenchcoats they try to slit my throat and FBI try to decipher signs in what I wrote My nine lead to genetic telekinetic protecting me from zealous medics with powerful anaesthetics Strapping me in the operating bed to take a tumour out my head Secretly slipping a digital microchip instead
Cause you can't stop reality from being real.. real.. real
Were gonna chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town Outa we town ah what we do Chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town Outa we town ah what we do
Say we chase 'em down North and we chase them down south If we see a balhead we lick them in their mouth
Scratching: Phi Life Cypher next up chasing the iluminati all about (yeah yeah) Its time crisis we come with skills magical like Isis in any crisis Terrorising pentagon what da you think? Si Philly DJ Nappa big up the creators (phi life phi life) 2000 flex (peace) We done yes we done
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Were gonna chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town Outa we town ah what we do Chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town Outa we town ah what we do
(Si Philly) I got the kinda style that makes disabled people run round I rap from sunrise to sunset that's when the suns down My name be Life some people mistake me for Jesus Christ Cause he was a light skinned in dreadlocks and sandals but I wear the Nikes We've both been crucified because of our wisdom and our beliefs From the system of Babylon triple six mark of the beast Now Satan be the patron of hate war and devastation His occupation is to turn the whole world into a gang of freemasons Like revelation I reveal, how I feel about Lucifer's army Those crack smoking blasphemers who munching on salami Gulping down Sunny Delight there'll be another devil's angle The Church of Satan receive 50% of the profits of proctor and gamble Heavy metal music supporting Lucifer's level Play their music backwards and your hear messages from the devil Government and church scams the Pope who run the Vatican Behind the people's backs be smoking crack plus he's a battyman Vicars and pastors too, curb crawling to prostitutes On Sundays they wear black suits claiming to preach the tune That's why they're wearing dogcollars not godcollars They're satanic scholars dishing red gold and green for devil colours
(Life) I'm dodging the black chop alias the sniper rights the sights The secret societies they try to snatch me in the night People that's in the 33rd degree levels diplomacy are planning on splitting my family like we were Jodeci You know its me come to give a nigga the factors the planets got a script and the populations exactors Im getting deep with you people Life just feel asleep We telling the people thats minds are weak there future's looking bleak They got a plan for women and man every boy and girl they bringing the new order to the world Coming just like a thief inside the night they blind you with their light They got you sipping sunny delight and thinking it be aight Gonna shock ya we Procter and gamble information to give the money to the Church of Satan Im not the patron lucifarians I be the rastafarian Scaring them like a shark in an aquarium I make you scream like you been in a Freddie dream cause I be in the team possessing anarchy heatedly Them men in black trenchcoats they try to slit my throat and FBI try to decipher signs in what I wrote My nine lead to genetic telekinetic protecting me from zealous medics with powerful anaesthetics Strapping me in the operating bed to take a tumour out my head Secretly slipping a digital microchip instead
Cause you can't stop reality from being real.. real.. real
Were gonna chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town Outa we town ah what we do Chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town Outa we town ah what we do
Say we chase 'em down North and we chase them down south If we see a balhead we lick them in their mouth
Scratching: Phi Life Cypher next up chasing the iluminati all about (yeah yeah) Its time crisis we come with skills magical like Isis in any crisis Terrorising pentagon what da you think? Si Philly DJ Nappa big up the creators (phi life phi life) 2000 flex (peace) We done yes we done
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