| Saint Peter, my family’s saint. Now as that card burns so may your soul burn in |
| Hell if you betray your friends or the family… |
| Now rub your hands together like this, and repeat after me: |
| May I burn in Hell (May I burn in Hell) if I betray my friends |
| (If I betray my friends) — Congratulations! |
| Yo! Caveman versus astronauts, shooters of chrome |
| Versus computers and drones, drop the addy, Uzi’s explode |
| They overturned a cop car |
| Hit the precinct with the rocket launcher |
| Heroin everywhere, these streets is like a poppy orchard |
| Like the Middle East, purple limousine sherm and the weed |
| Burners with beams, murder supreme — Oh! (Murder Supreme!) |
| Superb clientele, my swerve I excel (Yeah!) |
| Young Gene Simmons by himself till I arrive in hell (Yes!) |
| I don’t drive well |
| The cars mines throw the threaded barrel poking out the back windows mine as |
| well |
| So apart from the fire upon entry, I’m ignorant, I’m Illmatic |
| I’m infinite, I can chop you a shotty |
| Or chop it up about the Anunnaki |
| Yin and Yang my shooters spin and bang like Canarsie |
| Clap hammers, spot a round in the Benz floor seat |
| Bandana tied around my leg like Joe (Let's talk to 'em!) |
| Superb clientele, murder die and kill |
| Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill |
| Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell |
| Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell |
| Superb clientele, murder die and kill |
| Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill |
| Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell |
| Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell |
| A legacy of legendary legends |
| The very essence of every death-wish |
| Eshered every sentence |
| You can feel it in the air, it’s a heavy presence |
| It’s everywhere, effervescence |
| your senses |
| It’s hard to tell if that’s the beginning or what the end is |
| Credit get offenders, while the Devil be tremendous |
| The glyphs |
| thirty shots, enough to end this |
| A whole lotta gang shit going on, it’s endless |
| Don’t take a ballad drip bandanas wrapped around banana clips |
| Choppers chop you in half like a banana split |
| Iced out medallions, rocked up with lottsa diamonds |
| Shot a guy in the eye with the nine fizzy just for smilin' |
| Jump the glizzy inside the ride while the driver drivin' |
| Send five shots twirlin' at you that’s surviving |
| Tuck the llama inside her panties next to her punani |
| Send five shots twirlin' everybody dyin' |
| Superb clientele, murder die and kill |
| Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill |
| Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell |
| Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell |
| Superb clientele, murder die and kill |
| Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill |
| Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell |
| Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell |
| Say goodbye, ILL Bill the motherfucking legend! |
| Non Phixion, La Coka Nostra, Heavy Metal Kings, Gorilla Twins |
| Pay Homage! That man be givin' you fire for over two decades |
| When you see ILL Bill, salute that motherfucker, stupid! |