Info Junkies

[MC Serch]
Non Phixion!

[Intro: ILL Bill]
The ILL Bill collective Suicide King, my sound's a hard drug
We God’s thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood
Like you lost your head
Talking to me is like having your fortune read
By a fourth century sorcerer th-

The ILL Bill collective Suicide King, my sound's a hard drug
We God’s thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood
Like you lost your head
Talking to me is like having your fortune read
By a fourth century sorcerer that tortures men!

But then I walk the subway platform with gats drawn
But then I walk the subway platform with gats drawn
But then I walk the subway platform with gats drawn

[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Like a postal worker coming home drunk that just lost his job
That’s what we dealing with in Roman times
I never liked school, those fucking devils always told me lies
And tried to brainwash, but read the value
Everybody fucking hates cops
And if you blasted one you gained props
Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit
Picture me selling my fly shit for five percent
Fuck that! I be on top going for self
Twelve-thousand units then another twelve
"I Shot Reagan" was the joint that sparked the tight chaos
Like stray shots that spray cops, break up the séance

Qualified by a homicide

[Hook]
The information junkies
Open your mental window

[Verse 2: ILL Bill]

[Verse 3: Goretex]