"14 Years Of Halftime" lyrics
(feat. Riya & Q Unique)
[Riya Mae Braunstein:]
Hi, this is Riya. Congratulations Eclipse on your fourteenth anniversary of the Halftime Show!
[ILL Bill:]
Holy shit, it's fourteen years already E, where did all the time go?
I remember when you did your first Halftime Show
Like it was just yesterday evening, goons is creeping
Hebrews blacker than Zulus and Guidos rocking wife-beaters
Eclipse rocking FatBeats, hoodies and fondle up shirts
Him and Riz put in remarkable work
I did this show so many times over the years for the right reasons
Find a way to civilize a trife heathen
The ILL Bill collective, suicide king, my sounds are hard drugs
We God's thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood
Like you lost your head
Talking to me is like having your fortune read
By a fourth-century sorcerer that tortures men
Then try to walk the subway platform with gats drawn
Like a postal worker coming home drunk and just lost his job
That's what we dealing with in Roman times
I never liked school, those fucking devils always told me lies
And tried to brainwash, we know the value, everybody fucking hates cops
And if you blasted one you gained props
Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit
None of these fucking idiot can DJ like Eclipse
Fuck that! He be on top going for Fourteen Years of Rap
If you love the real shit, give him dap
Congrats to [?] and PD Cologne too
Wednesday nights at, WNYU
[Q-Unique:]
Incineration of your whole Generation X
Better place your bets [?]
DJ Eclipse [?] got the sign blinking
Consider it illiterate, you can't read between the lines
[?]
Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds
Like pussy politicians got political prisoners locked down
Knock down and hit you with the impact of a DJ skid scratch
With a big gat that'll flip your wig back
[?] like a board of secret cult
The vital data that can shatter government bodies
Rock parties like a boulder rolling through a nightclub
One might bug at the fact
Fourteen Years of Rap got me underground dap
I'm past that like I missed my stop on the A-Train
Here's the weight gain from the great brain
Pass the spray paint!
Hi, this is Riya. Congratulations Eclipse on your fourteenth anniversary of the Halftime Show!
[ILL Bill:]
Holy shit, it's fourteen years already E, where did all the time go?
I remember when you did your first Halftime Show
Like it was just yesterday evening, goons is creeping
Hebrews blacker than Zulus and Guidos rocking wife-beaters
Eclipse rocking FatBeats, hoodies and fondle up shirts
Him and Riz put in remarkable work
I did this show so many times over the years for the right reasons
Find a way to civilize a trife heathen
The ILL Bill collective, suicide king, my sounds are hard drugs
We God's thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood
Like you lost your head
Talking to me is like having your fortune read
By a fourth-century sorcerer that tortures men
Then try to walk the subway platform with gats drawn
Like a postal worker coming home drunk and just lost his job
That's what we dealing with in Roman times
I never liked school, those fucking devils always told me lies
And tried to brainwash, we know the value, everybody fucking hates cops
And if you blasted one you gained props
Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit
None of these fucking idiot can DJ like Eclipse
Fuck that! He be on top going for Fourteen Years of Rap
If you love the real shit, give him dap
Congrats to [?] and PD Cologne too
Wednesday nights at, WNYU
[Q-Unique:]
Incineration of your whole Generation X
Better place your bets [?]
DJ Eclipse [?] got the sign blinking
Consider it illiterate, you can't read between the lines
[?]
Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds
Like pussy politicians got political prisoners locked down
Knock down and hit you with the impact of a DJ skid scratch
With a big gat that'll flip your wig back
[?] like a board of secret cult
The vital data that can shatter government bodies
Rock parties like a boulder rolling through a nightclub
One might bug at the fact
Fourteen Years of Rap got me underground dap
I'm past that like I missed my stop on the A-Train
Here's the weight gain from the great brain
Pass the spray paint!
