[Conejo]
Stop Lying You Ain't No Muthafucken Soldier
I Drop A Bid On You & All Them Bitches
This Is Tattoo Ink
Authentic
[Verse 1: Bugsy 2 Guns]
Its The Jihad
On Me Is The Struggle
Realize Our Troubles
And How They Came To Be
They Got Freedom
They Got Justice
But None For Me
We Terrorists
Cast The Chain To Guantanamo Bay
And This Terrorism
Ain't Camouflaged In Religion
Its Deeply Rooted
In This Life We Livin'
I'm Crack In The 80's
'Round The Time Hip Hop Changed
Ready To Rock
Like I Ain't Have No Money
But Some Cocaine
Stay Bout It
Before Slaves To The Rhythm
Deadly Like Diseases
The Pilgrims Walked With Em
Pillars Indigenous
Lamb Blood Killed The Soil
Destroy Anything Against The Cross
And Those Loyal
Comforted By Thee Illusion Of Peace
They From Blood
That Crucify The Prophet
For What He Preached
They Acknowledged Life
Talk Death And Do For Self
Our Words Were Labeled Physically
Its The Only Way You Felt
[Chorus 1: Conejo]
I Said We Hail Terrorism
Like A New Religion
I-N-K From L.A
Off Of Shrooms Get Visions
Much Wisdom (Yes)
That It Rained In Red
Then I Stuck On A Pike
The Fucken Enemies Head
They Call Us Savage
I Got A Built-In Cage
Muthafucker Bust Out
When He Feel That Rage
Pressure Points (Yes)
I Puff Tons Of Stress
I Said We Hail Terrorism
Ese From The West
[Verse 2: Conejo]
The 16's Fire
Muthafuckers Will Retire
My Esoteric Views
Thee Occult Call Me Sire
I’m The One That Got You Wired
You Cocaine Buyer
Evaporate A Witness
From This Murder Trial
Ese I’m The Root Of Evil
The Dooms Day Sequel
From The Ashes Of The Riots
I Came Just To Greet You
In A 300 M
M-1 On Acid
Thee Elite Alchemist
Stretched Aimed And Blasted
When I Come Up In The Spot
Boy It's Guaranteed
Baby's Mamas Wanna Fuck
Ese This Real O.G
And She A Washed Up Hoe
Trying To Throw That P
I’m A Young Ass Killer
Gonna Traffic D
So If You Get The Picture
Then It's Plain To See
You A Cold Muthafucker
Ese Just Like Me
You From The L.A.C
You Better Bust That Gat
And Show These Muthafuckers
Where Them Dodgers At
[Chorus 2: Conejo]
I Said We Hail Terrorism
Like A New Religion
Psycho Realm From L.A
Off Of Shrooms Get Visions
Much Wisdom (Yes)
That It Rained In Red
Then I Stuck On A Pike
The Fucken Enemies Head
They Call Us Savage
I Got A Built-In Cage
Muthafucker Bust Out
When He Feel That Rage
Pressure Points (Yes)
I Puff Tons Of Stress
I Said We Hail Terrorism
Ese From The West
[Verse 3: Sick Jacken]
Kilos Come Through Mexico
D.E.A. Can't Catch The Flow
Either Cause They In On it
Or Maybe They Just Lack Control
I Don't Care And I Don't Know
I Just Keep On Packing Bowls
Take A Sack In Through The Nose
When I Put Cocaine In Rows
Pockets Swoll Profit Doe
We Know How To Market Blow
Sprinkle It And Wait For Calling
Primo When You Spark The Dro
Keep On The Look Out For 5-O
Homie Meet Me On The Low
They Got Info On You
From One Of These Snitches
Let Em Know
Kill Or Be Killed
Rats Will Squeal
Get Caps Peeled By Straps Is Real
Even If You & I Ain't Packing Steel
If We Can't Catch You
Your Homeboys Will
Raw Deal Just To Steal
Loose Lips Bust His Grill
Rock Lil Bitches That Be Snitching
In The Killing Field
Copperfield, Naw Homie
Coppers Find Your Body
Sealed In Coroner Bags
From Empty Mags
High Revolver Cracks
Regardless Of Your Flag
Broke Rules Set You Back
A Lifetime
That This Waiting For You
Where They Wet You At
[Chorus 1]