Thanks to LTdesign for the lyrics.

[Intro]

(Ah…man. Another day, without another doller…)

[Verse 1]

Just gettin’ in had a long day, kinda rough
Got stuck in traffic too, my nerves is extra fucked
Wife got an attitude, why she got an attitude?
I don’t fuckin’ know, I’m the one that should be mad dude
Wanna have a drink but the doctor say stop it
Pull a baggie out’ my pocket, grab my bong out’ the closet
And I smoke…and I ain’t trippin’
I’m on a fuckin’ mission to get to this kitchen.
Don’t ask me shit because I’ve gone fishin
In my brain most things have gone missin’
In my brain most names have gone missin’
And I’m not stressin’ God bless smoke sessions
Fire up the internet play a lil’ poker
I could do this shit for hours
I’m a mu-fuckin’ smoker
Keep a quarter ounce in my house at all times
Never know when I gotta get bombed out my mind..

[Chorus]

Cell phone ring and I won’t pick it up…
(Why?)
Cause I’m high as fuck.
Boss left a message and I can’t call back…
(Why?)
I’m too high for all that.
I’m ’bout to call (?) dude I got tha munchies
And if they catch me drivin’ the gon’ take my car from me
I’m goofy like a drunk kid everything is funny
Don’t tell me how to fuck I should spend my money
I get high…

[Verse 2]

Uh-oh, I think I smoked too much
I got phone calls to make, and I am high as fuck
Had a 20 minute giggle fit that turned to slight panic
What if they deport me cause my name sounds Spanish?
What if I’m an alien that’s from another planet
And they erased my memory and no-one there remembers me?
Like when they send the mother ship, no-one even mentions me
And I am left to die with ya’ll, a humanoid in misery
Fuck it, I’ jus’ smoke again, I’m guessin’ that’s what smokers do
Even if you smoke a bammer I’ prolly smoke with you
My momma, and my wife, and my daddy they some smokers too
Catch me on the Westside, chillin’ like a smoker do.

[Chorus]

Cell phone ring and I won’t pick it up…
(Why?)
Cause I’m high as fuck.
Boss left a message and I can’t call back…
(Why?)
I’m too high for all that.
I’m ’bout to call (?) dude I got tha munchies
And if they catch me drivin’ the gon’ take my car from me
I’m goofy like a drunk kid everything is funny
Don’t tell me how to fuck I should spend my money
I get high…

[Outro]

Yep…     I get high
Man, I be high…
Like, right now when I’m sayin’ this…shit, I’m high

Thanks to Vinz.

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

This is a stick up, nobody move, get on the floor
Get on the walls, take your sneakers off, take off your drawers
Cover your dick, bitches be quiet, don’t say shit
You move I’mma make sure I clap you then click
All my guns is squeezing, listen to me, before you die
Just leave with my cheese, I ain’t playing I’m spraying
Off top, doors is locked, fuck around tryna run around you crazy
Don’t even dare, put your cellphone down now dear
Before I put a gun to your ear
I’m not a Newjack, an alcohol drunk with a pump
I’m straight sober, I’mma feed my ratchet and hunt
We kill willies, still hillbillies don’t call us nothing else
Might have to melt your Phillies
You old man, sit down, tie up his hands
Heyo smack flames out and get more and then blamp em

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

This bitch started to blow me in a safe
A fantasy to fuck a bank robber so I blew a load on her face
I knew her from Canarsie, used to work at Chase Manhattan
Smiled when I walked in waving the ratchet
An inside job, the best kind, I rest, I rob
Stay on the ground or you be laid to rest by God
I seen big face hundreds and bail bonds
I also see cameras on, I’m glad I wore my ski mask camouflage
Listen to Lamb of God while I pack the pump
While I study how to disable a bank alarm
We got 3 minutes, handle the job
I’m standing on top of the counter with the chopper barrel staring at yall
While you pussies bleeding all on my money you fucking up my hundreds
Don’t get your fucking head kicked on some dumb shit you stupid
We the future of this bank robbing industry
Kidnap the judge and get a hundred years conspiracy

[Verse 1]

[Ill Bill]

I’m like a Viking in a submarine, I’m a Spartan with guns and beams
Muggs and me is like giving hard drugs to fiends
I be the cause of these prison riots, spawn of the Israelites
Torture you with kitchen knifes, torch you in a pistol fight
I saw brothers tore from the fist of Christ
Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system’s right
I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak
While she suck the teeth, look into the light, such is life

[B-Real]

So when I hold the mic frightened day and night
Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your face
Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days
The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade
They got hell to pay, me I got hell to raise
Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze
He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze
Without any way to get out of this purple haze

[Chorus: Ill Bill]

Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
Trapped on the cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith
Activate the tape, calculate the weight
Single-handed with the cannon in their face

Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
Trapped on the cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith
Activate the tape, calculate the weight
Single-handed with the cannon in their face

[Interlude: Ill Bill]

Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over
But before the CIA come to take us away
Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze

Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over
But before the CIA come to take us away
Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze

[Verse 2]

[Ill Bill]

I ate some brownies last weekend, I’ve been high for days
Should’ve known B-Real was the guy with the tray
Cheech and Chong spliff, twist up an entire eighth
It won’t freeze your nose, the shit’ll set fire to your face

[B-Real]

We get higher in the place, still my eyes are clean
I’m the man in all black with the hashish sheen
So many bags of green candy caused the lean
Got a crew so thick man we causing a scene
You tried to hit it the very moment I lit it
You shitted your pants, coughing out your lungs, bitch quit it
We got the greenery and the heavy machinery
And life don’t mean a thing to me, bitch enjoy the scenery

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Live at Giants Stadium with Ghostface & Van Halen, Crypress hill & ACDC too
Sarah Palin is a Wu-Tang fan, she was chilling with Diddy
During “motherless child”, she wild out and showed us her titties
Sign of the black mark, digital triple six cash cards
Devils clashing with Ansaars, bitches grabbing their tampons
I have to thank God for the places he put me
Or rather for hip hop and the places it took me
Aim at the game, hit the scoreboard with the sawed-off
The world, trying to recite what I write could cause your jaw to fall off
Flow is unique speak to the people, my flow is the street
Words are the traffic lights and my soul is the beat
My discipline is like walking on hot coals with the feet
My confidence is like how you feel when you’re holding the heat
But you don’t need ratchets to validate the fact that you’re great
But watch ya mouth, I’m old school, you’ll get cracked in the face
In Farragut Road, trapped in the cold
My fingers numb from bagging up coke, stranded on the planet of chrome
In the jungle where the cannibals roam
Smashing with ratchets at your dome
Creeping up amongst assassins of the soul

[Verse 2: Q-Unique]

I’m a Brooklyn beast bringing honour amongst crooks and thieves
Fill the bong and let’s cook these trees
In the words of a murder fanatic blasting with the black ratchet I’m a burner mechanic
I’m here with Howie’s nephew, together we connecting the dots
We at Giant’s Stadium in the executive box
In the constellation of rappers I’m the top stars
Superbad, macloving and shooting at cop cars
Yeah we all loading the clip and feeling the heat
But nah y’all ain’t killing the street like Ill and Unique
Spit venomous shit like a coiled snake King
And grab the cash in your safe behind the oil painting
Running through New York’s major blocks blazing Glocks
And decepticons lasers pop at Megan Fox
It’s the Fox 5 Newsroom where my sanity dies
Cause I get more truth out of watching Family Guy
The black Yankee fitted over the black doorag
The black banana clip thrown in the black schoolbag
My memories of Lafayette High
When I walk between the Coney Island thugs and the Mafia ties

Yo, a close encounter of the fourth kind
Alien abductions, suction cups, puncture and fuck
Rape, rupture and suck, clusters of pumps
Constant transfusions suction the puss
Lucid autopsies that dwarf Nazis, functions erupt
Cold war between the Devil and does God exist
No Geneva Convention politics, just tractor beams and Elohim father ships
Ever since they discovered 51, taking ten of us
For everyone of them some are never heard from again
Some return retarded, others programmed with propaganda
Honored doctors find most of their orifices tampered and soldered
Vital organs randomly removed, replaced by those of animals
In some rare cases diseases like AIDS and cancer are cured
The planet’s still doomed, modern man is a fool
They plan to hit the ship floating over Iran with a nuke
After 2012 came and passed the mothership’s arrival
2013 and publicly entered the world scene
I talked about this ten years ago on Non Phixion songs
Now strapped onto a table being operated on
By numerous species of various extraterrestrial feces
Transcended beyond existing thesis
No anaesthesia screaming, “Please kill me, read me Revelations 7:17”
The lamb of God shall be the shepherd of the throne of Elohim
Why did you piss them off? Primitive and coarse
Reverse engineering built those space shuttles lifting off
Stolen recipes, stealth weaponry  stop rivals alien fibers that resembled the mind of H. R. Giger
Like a Dr. York R & B ballad
Unexplainable like two planes colliding with three towers

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopus
The two-headed eagle, thirty-third degree Hebrew
I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah
And the CIA-funded Guatemala terror squads
The Pentagon’s the TV producer, the war’s the product
And the media’s the salesperson hustling consumers
Global instability, terror networks, embassy bombings
A thousand ways to get the century popping
When mobs of people storm the neighbourhood banks
Riots in Time Square paralyzed by suicide bombings and tanks
Confined to evil, rides are regal
Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the people and then shot in their cerebral
One got away, created an empire made of fire
Now he crying that the CIA made him wear a wire
Now he getting waterboarded up with surprise
Pulling out his fingernails every time he tell a lie

[Chorus]

Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols
The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you

Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols
The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you

[Verse 2: B-Real]

So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulated
I got a vision, the light in my head illuminated
Your mind’s scattered and broken and battered
So what does it matter that a rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s ladder?
I climbed the pyramid and punch him in the eyeball
Give him a black eye, take a picture with my iPhone
Now his eye swolled ripping out my sidearm
They don’t like me, I’m ghetto, I spit and get my high on
Tell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lot
Keeping it raw whether I’m in a bad mood or not
Open your mind with the venomous rhyme ?
Lines born in a cypher, you asked for a square deal
You see me grinning, your head is spinning
The symbolism is just like prison, I’m trying to free you from your condition
I got a suspicion you bitches are wishing me gone
I’m hitting the chron, a kiss on the cheek and it’s gone

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian, I’m a Shriner
Moorish Science Temple of America’s Osama
Amun Nebu Re Akh Ta Al Mateen is the father
United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer
It’s wild hard tryna stay on my deen
I’m a bomb, I’m aram son of Shem and Fateem
Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime
I’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team
I’m a force to be reckoned with, I’m the deer hunter
The dirtbag to the underage beer runner
I like cold and snow, never revere summer
If God is a woman then I never hear from her
I’ll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumber
I’m the definition of lightning, you fear thunder
I’m taking everything motherfucker so fear hunger
You have a soft heartbeat fucking queer drummer

[Chorus]

[Verse 1]

Worldwide violence, unified tyrants and suicide pilots
Utilize science with the do-or-die mindset
Step in the lion’s den, Leviathan, Orion’s head   
Destroy you then resurrect only to let you die again
Hundred man karate rumbles, bounty hunter body doubles
Jeff Hannemans with Nazi ovens, the Malachi brothers 
Some will eat while others die in hunger
Cry and hug like when a reunited child and mother find each other
Meanwhile my music incite the fans
Got an army of Syko Sams to shoot your high school until the rifle jams
Waiting to exhale, unexplainable chemtrails
We set sail from parts unknown searching for death’s grail
Stumbled to the end of the tunnel but didn’t see light
Machine gun-toting Levites, suicidal Sunnis, exploding Shiites
The holy man swore he seen Christ
And yet still he craves to take his enemy’s life

[Chorus]

I’ve been through centuries of fights, millenniums of murder 
18 a key the price, defending them with burners
Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners
Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous

Centuries of fights, millenniums of murder 
18 a key the price, defending them with burners
Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners
Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous

They shall learn the price of their arrogance! Lock on homing devices and eradicate New York now!

[Verse 2]

Stumble in looking like Hobgoblin
Lamas popping, choppers and rocket-propelled conflict
Firearms create the hollow tip mosh pit
Swap cars, Al-Qaeda entourage, Canarsie summertime, Chaka Kahn, Blockparty Ricardo Montalban
Fuck your Fila suit, my guys shoot aliens
Who try to colonize inside tubes 
All the while view mankind how predators define food 
Heard this from a Mossad dude who resembled Tom Cruise
Truth-revealer, teach you how to put your kids through school
With two kilos, smooth hero, drink forties and shoot Cee-Lo
Fuck a bipolar, Mike Tyson fighting bolo
Kid Joe bipolo, album cover suicide photos
Corporate octopus, slaughter cult conquerors
War intoxicants, the Devil owns his own rocketships
Your karma been deposited, indulge in human sacrifice where the apostles live
Jeffry Dahmer’s crib, nondescript from the true horror locked within
Let the eagle pop then dip, watch your mouth, you could get shot to shit
Right inside your crib, fuck a 2012 Apocalypse
Matter fact, open up your mouth and swallow this

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Every Kennedy was assassinated by the Illuminati
They should’ve went to Yankee Stadium for Giuliani
Said Halliburton impersonated Sunni jihadits
Or at the Black Sabbath show pulling Uzis on Ozzy
Experts in Judo and Karate
Shooters with shotties use computers to rob commodities
Abuse technology, produce monopolies
Google and Youtube robbery are automatic, in other words these goons shoot constantly
Start innocent enough until the militants come
Bringing bow and arrow nukes and guerrillas with guns
But sometimes it’s like killing a cockroach with a sledgehammer
Buying black market hummingbird stealth cameras
Beyond the gates through the eyes of horror
Walk the seven churches channel and the fiery aura
Cautionary tale, extraordinary rendition
Torture me in jail and then the warden went missing

[Chorus: Ill Bill]

Yo we just talking, conversations with God
Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble
Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it
Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic

Yo we just talking, conversations with God
Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble
Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it
Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic

[Verse 2: Slaine]

Yeah I can feel the fire again, the clench in my jaw
The rage in my chest, the stress in my palm, the pressure is on
The message is still reckless, my death wish is gone
My focus is back, no stopping, my obsession is strong
Critics told me that my message is wrong, they wasn’t listening right
Poetic prophet with the petulant storm
With the testament torn, smoking angel dust inside of Bible pages
My records was born from passion and survival rages
From people seen passing locked inside of cages
Running streets and hiding gauges, I’m performing live on stages
As positive as it can be for me
It’s my prerogative, are you sure you want to beef with me?
Nah you too chickens are ? smelling faggoty and trashy and maggoty
Holding the liquor bottle nothing can stagger me
People love to hear stories of riches to raggedy
But what about the snitches and bitches always nagging me?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Everlast]

I don’t sleep, I don’t rust, in God I trust
Got a blood, got a cash, got a power lust
Got a bag of trick knowledge and an eye that’s all-seeing
While you’re waiting on the comeback of your supreme being
Master technician of the superstition
Doctor and a scholar, Apocalyptic horror
Since Genesis I spit Revelations
Within infinite patience I united nations
I’m the rising sun, I’m the new tomorrow
I’m the skull on the gun, I’m the song of sorrow
I’m the thirteenth arrow, I’m the wisest owl
I’m a soul-eating predator, I’m on the prowl
I’m the stolen land, the wisest man
I’m the hidden hand, I’m the oldest plan
I’m the shifting shape, I’m the changing form
I’m the novus seclorum, I’m the coming storm

[Chorus]

[Verse 1]

Yo we got a black president, the aliens will be here soon
Open up your eyes and your ears, here’s the truth
Beyond blind faith we don’t really know what to believe
The meaning behind these oddballs could be anything
Who the fuck translated these words from Aramaic
To the language spoken in the empire of the hated?
We the children of a lesser God
Make me want to pull an Escobar and I ain’t fucking talking about Nas
I’m serious like a swastika or playing Russian Roulette
Over hard liquor or Hamas after bombing a Bar Mitzvah
Or Israel after bombing the Gaza Strip up
It’s constant, it’s tit for tat, present our little kids with gats
Throwing gang signs like Bloods and Crips with bandanas on their face
Sometimes the bandana’s on their brains
This prison planet tries to shackle me in chains every day

[Chorus]

Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh
Mullets and bullet belts encourage the best
Entourage of gods from Mossads to Korans
Church Ave to the Taj Mahal we ride hard

Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh
Mullets and and bullet belts encourage the best
Entourage of gods from Mossads to Korans
Church Ave to the Taj Mahal we ride hard

[Verse 2]

I mean you’re dealing with professionals that make murder look like suicide
With silencers the size of an ordinary Jewish child
Bazookas made from linoleum tubing and you’re stupid to think Lord Of War was only a movie
Depraved enterprise, brain energized seven times
Genocide high-level lies, truth serum identified, organic mushrooms
Given to prison those who don’t trust you
Meanwhile the mass population consumes
I’m in a catch-22, too smart for my own good
Intergalactical, too smart for my own hood
My x-ray vision see through this tinted image
Wipe the dust off reality’s lens to spit vicious molotov monologues at y’all
Let’s brawl, storming through the valley of the dolls carrying cronz
Attack like angry extraterrestrials challenging God
Arrive in chariots armed with various cannons and bombs

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

We them trouble shooters in bubble gooses, hit you with double Rugers
Sell me Rugers, guns and goon flicks, we run this goon shit
Slit your throat and fuck you with pool sticks, too sick
Super gruesome, intrusive and abusive, shoot you with Uzis
Ill Bill, Cult Leader aka the ultimate assassin
Show you how to turn a broken cellphone into a ratchet
Veterans of stone, venomous and cold
Terrorists with messages of chrome, settlements explode
Apocalyptic faceoff, Babel to Bilderberg
Witch’s curse, pistols burst, incestuous sisters flirt, seduce you with Lucifer’s church
Crucify you, kiss the dirt
Information is power now put that shit to work
Let the light be revealed from the triple stage darkness to the seven seals
Ebbets Field forever real, rebels kill, devils fill your glass with forbidden fruit
Hidden truth, Vikings drink blood, gangsters drink gin and juice
I’m surrounded by preachers of porn, preachers of war
Leeches and whores, billionaires with features of wolves, the creeps and the crawls
Reach in the drawer, touch my enemies with a sword
Put them in their place, represent the deceased with a cause
With a silver dollar left behind to lay on his eyes
For the boatman at the River Styx to pay for his ride
Saudi businessmen from terror era, American summer homes
While W lay nude in the coffin for Skull and Bones
Unatoned, never dumb though, he played the villain
Dumber people think you are the more surprised they are he killed them

[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]

A never-ending war descending us all, epitome of enemy brawls
Send you to Hell and through Heavenly doors
Lebanese arms to sever the Devil, Heavenly cause
The deadly spar immortalized in felony bars
The melody’s dark cause of the death metal he brought
? the 17th block
Yeah the streets got a lot of heart and soul
And the sick sider make the block hotter than Hell
Fucking with my mind is not a game
The sick and infamous is born insane
You do it wrong and they respond with pain
Heroin vein, the big stick, they’re all the same
Homeland terror got named, the federal came
So it’s troubleshoot, reprogram cannons to damage jaws
Banned hammers from shooting bandanas and camouflage
We killed the man for status
Or dead president mathematics
And now we shake the fans trying to get at it

[Verse 3: Sean Price]

I was a small crack packing to the wall jack ?
All swollen on parole, now I’m back black rapping
Soon as I came home I went to my man crib
He give me a quarter-brick, get it how you live
Mama I want to sing, mama I got to sling
The ? trips made a nigga feel like a king
Bling bling, carats on my neck now
Carats in the cup after doing ten sets
Been fresh since Brandy was fucking with Ronday
And brown Macy bags used to cover the Conway
Matter fact dude ? was fucking with Charlene
I wrote my first rhyme ? every bar’s mean
Sean Price, the best rapper in New York
Plus forty-nine states, nigga my rhyme great
Primate, Sean Don Cordillius
It’s maximum stupidity, ? 
My gift of gab is a gift from God
I will get you stabbed and get you robbed (P)

[Verse 4: OC]

? Sean Price didn’t give it as a gift on some Brooklyn shit
Cracked the box with gemstar then tossed the ox
Slip on my Nike Shox, snatch a Guinness from ice box
Michael Jai White, felony spawn, hell if I’m gone
Fuck atonement for my sins, enemies I’m coming for em, on the run like Lucas
Preventing niggas from reproducing heirs to thrones so I cut short your feature
Soliloquies are chaos, trouble shooters what they are
Bill send you commission for facilitating the séance
My man sick ? corridor too 
His game of death levels does not include ?
One thing for sure is a foot in the chest
Like ? black sage, arms crossed
So goes the process of elimination
Bound, gagged, and wired up for detonation