Ill Bill - It's a Beautiful Thing lyrics

(Danny Boy) Yo, this is Danny Boy AKA Steely Dan, one hell of a man, La Coka Nostra. And you're listening to Ill Bill is The Future Part 2. It's a beautiful thing, my brother! (Verse 1: Everlast) I deal out physical justice and actual facts I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie's tracks But if I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn't believe The depth of the deviance that I can conceive I overachieve, I'm underrated, I've got you under pressure I'm over medicated The biters wanna bite it, the haters wanna hate it Got on stage at your show and I defecated Every rhyme I spit is the ultimate Truth from the pulpit, let's cut the bullsh** It's f**ing Coka taking over The wrath of Jehova's like a supernova Amazing grace, how sweet the sound I pull out my sword and I cut you down The wrath of the Lord's what I'm bringing 'round Pay heed, take warning when you hear the sound (Chorus X2) I represent what it means to be true to the game I was like what a Hollow-tip would do to your brain They call me Mr. White, ain't a more suitable name La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing (Verse 2: Ill Bill) My competition's presentation is so damn weak I'm all knowing with AK's like Mozambique So gangster when I creep up Pull a trigger, Eagle buck, we don't give a f** Even Jesus is leaking blood From a distance you might wonder what he's seizuring from But on closer inspection you see it's the heat from the gun That's making his body rise, homicide, I'm a ride Like the Cyclone at Coney Island when it's drama time Ill Bill, I'm a product of the projects, my conduct: Complex I like hot s*uts to s** my dick I'm multi-faceted, a real deep individual Im into to new p**y, new cars and new pistols too This is who I am, you wonder how I k** a man Millions of fans relate to La Coka Nostra We stand, for honour amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves A federation of terror in at war with the beast (Chorus X2) I represent what it means to be true to the game I was like what a hollow-tip would do to your brain It's Billy Crystal, ain't a more suitable name La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing (Verse 3: Slaine) (Verse almost impossible to understand) They call me f**ing Johnny Hustle with this knuckle nollie bustle Puffin' gnarly with the muffle Mumble, saying nothing holly, truck denali Everybody hottie, by the shotty snotty-nosed hoes, Totally out of her skull sew On My Timbos, powder white, outta sight Knuckle brashed as a baby I don't even gotta fight My teams high, we blast for fun The whole world revolves around cash and guns DMS villains, the coke and the 'dro smoker And poke holes in your whole soldier From the brokenest cold sofa To dough and MO's with chauffeurs You should know already now cause I told most of ya's We bullsh** with Bolsheviks, ginnies, and micks, kikes, gooks, spooks, and spics It's a cold world with ruthlessness So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this (Chorus X2) I represent what it means to be true to the game (I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?) They call me Slaine, ain't a more suitable name La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing (Outro) Yo bill....i told you man. I stop sniffin coke, I turn into f**in...chris folley. What the f** am i gonna do. Go on a c**aine diet; get skinny? Thats my dream.