[Danny Boy]

Yo, this is Danny Boy AKA Steely Dan, one hell of a man, La !@&@a 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 bull%#@!

It's $#&@ing !@&@a 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 wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)
They call me Mr. White, ain't a more suitable name

La !@&@a 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 $#&@
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 that suck my dick

I'm multi-faceted, a real deep individual
Limited to new #~!!@, new cars and new pistols too
This is who I am, you wonder how I kill a man

Millions of fans relate to La !@&@a 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 wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)
It's Billy Crystal, ain't a more suitable name

La !@&@a Nostra, it's a beautiful thing



[Verse 3: Slaine] (Verse almost impossible to understand)

They call me $#&@ing Johnny Hustle with this knuckle

Puffin' gnarly with the muffle
Mumble, saying nothing
Everybody hottie, snotty-nosed hoes

Totally out of her skull so
My Timbos, powder white, outta sight
Knuckle brashed as a baby

I don't even gotta fight
My teams high, we blast for funds
The whole world revolves around cash and guns

DMS villains, the !@%!e 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 bull%#@! with micks, kykes, cooks, 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 !@&@a Nostra, it's a beautiful thing