An abomination to Hip-Hop
hiphop
rap
inland empire
vicious
ie
benny ill
bush assassins
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Story behind the song
This is just some sh** we did in like 20 minutes, we threw this fool Tino, he's the one that sucks. I picked the beat, laid my verse, left. When I came back a week later, this is what it was. I really don't like it myself, but f*** it.
Lyrics
BENNY ILL
if you battle Ill you die the tides rise sky high
but my tribe is live like 144 g's described
reside in live position I ride with my equipment
provide insight and wisdom as I scribe the wise edition
your arteries will start to bleed my jaws cause a heart disease
I'm immune to mc venom unaffected when inflicted
I'm insisting spitting bitten written's will get him convicted
and crucifixed with the quickness
I'm vicious evil ungentle I slap slice and strangle
thugs feud with this it's simple shove a crucifix in your temple
I'm the type to recite your last rites right as I slice your wind pipe
with six-teen inch knives
we bang the block and battle minions
slang rocks like Palestinians
we spray dues paid for real we got to get dough
Uday and Kusay aint got sh** on ILL and CISCO
SUSPICIOUS
yeah
yo
that was the homie Benie Ill yo
let Suspicious go on this verse yo
don't disperse on my first verse
cus if you do i'll have you in a mutha phukin curse
3 mc's coming up mutha phuka if you do
we're gonna have to rock you up mutha phuka
so I suggest mutha phuka don't trip
i'll leave you under a dock
I suggest don't mock b*** ass cock
yeah that's how we get down
yo Suspicious with the homie Vicious
yeah yeah and i'm out and i'm out yeah
all day everyday give me props yeah
VICIOUS
we stay flashy and focused
slapping b*** es jacking they purses
a couple misfits my heart is colder than Christmas
at night in a blizzard rhymes magic like wizards
cus rappers disappear like beers and tallies
emcees keep falling tipsy when drinking
not thinking straight can be a problem
these cowards are softer than a cushion
and could get zipped up on the knife I be pushing
in they throat or they stomach
to leave your soul chilling in heavens summit or watch it plummet
after your dead they'll never find me
cus I don't' say sh** before I do it
you like to run your mouth and talk
but get caught for something stupid