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The ILL's back with Killa K for another hit at the mic. For the renegades and soldiers out there, rest in peace....and a shout out to David S James for the opening
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Its ill-legal in the house- we the next generation rap pioneers- fuck the guns and the knives, we all about the blunts and the rhymes
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Peak #804
Peak in subgenre #428
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ILL-LEGAL
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November 09, 2007
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MP3 3.7 MB 128 kbps 4:00
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R.I.P Intro(David S James) ..So this right here, is for the dead, the ones who left us too early, So rest in peace to the faithfully departed.. Chorus(REY) ..For my bro's in the war now, rest in peace in the struggle who got shot down, rest in peace, if you never dared to bow down, rest in peace, for the heaven that they found now, rest in peace Keep ya eyes open even soldiers run, when renegades runnin out and they holdin guns, if you never dared to bow down, rest in peace, for the heaven that they found now, rest in peace Verse1(REY) Runnin to the top of the hill, In hopes to crush the opposition with the semi by my side, Ain no optimism, in the eyes of the scores of others runnin with me, The 7th unit of the infantry, tryin to infiltrate, Past the front line, hope the sun shine, bright enough, For me to see the renegades hidin in the grass, automatics in their hands, Clips around their waist, political fascists, blastin at soldiers approachin, The grenades, make 'em do a backflip, I'm runnin past rocks and bodies, I see the dark clouds settle, The fella runnin in front, fell, got hit, the bullet took his heart out, Replaced the chamber with metal, Choppers overhead, showerin lead, Get the advantage their position offers, But how the fuck they get missile launchers, by the tens, It turns out they supplied by the faggots we tryin to defend, The code, of a soldier, Shoot or be shot, rebels with sniper scopes be shootin from tree tops, movin like the phantom, damn I'm outta ammo, Hid behind a rock, fatigue covered in blood, By the bodies of the victims, and my chest weaving back and forth, Is the sound of my addiction, I told my dead hommie, time to part ways now, ran by the corner, With an AK, scarface style, chargin, I dove across the bushes, missin bullets, watchin my back, Ended trippin over an enemy soldier, He reached for his holster, took a 9 and cocked it twice, The clip was empty so he hit me from the right, I quickly blocked like Tyson, ducked backwards, And stabbed him with a pocket knife, Motherfuck it!, he yelled, with the blade in his stomach, Fell down, spittin blood, put his head to the ground and said "they puffin cigars in their cars with the secretary, While you here fightin their war, hommie rest in peace," Chorus Verse2(Mr.E) All my hommies, rest in peace, from west to east, thousands are a daily decease, George Bush got soldiers on foreign man soil, Little did they know, it was for another mans oil, The rules of war, take all the spoils, Leave nothing for the leaders, or the fuckin royals, Aye, got 2 rocks the size of boulders, This life's a prolonged war, where you die a soldier, Runnin outta ammo, niggers getting older, Bloody murder happenin, triggers getting colder Old relatives, all the way to my son homes, Gold medalists, even to the unknown, Look I don’t need saliva to spit, Now everybody, just ride to this shit, Comin with a quick flow, still fuckin sick though, Bout a bust a rhyme like I'm part of the group flipmode Chorus Verse3(Killa K) Every gangsta wanna slang or they gang bang, every killa wanna stab you or they strangling, whether you be dead or alive, I stay high , I stay fly, when I drive by I see the killers in my eyes, and I wonder why, these people put the trigger to your head, pop you till you dead, they runnin from the feds, leave the blood spillin all over your bed, three of us trying to make people fucking realize, that these news channels always bustin real lies, when i drop lines thats when my fishin real flies, people wanna smoke dro, smoke crack all day, then they gonna go broke, no stash, no pay, then they wonder why they on minimum wage thats what leads them to, go to get welfare, lookin up to heaven but all they get is hells stare, thats all
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oleanderz
Jan 30, 2008
loved it! best song so far! -Varenya
kshake
Dec 04, 2007
sick sick sick... our best track ever!!