William "Bill" Braunstein (born July 14, 1972), better known as Ill Bill, i… Read Full Bio ↴William "Bill" Braunstein (born July 14, 1972), better known as Ill Bill, is an American rapper and record producer from Brooklyn, New York. Having gained notoriety in the underground hip hop group Non Phixion, Ill Bill is known for his diverse lyrics and as the producer, founder and CEO of Uncle Howie Records. His brother Ron is also a rapper and producer, known as Necro.

In late 1994, MC Serch (of 3rd Bass fame) took his protégé Sabac Red and teamed him up with DJ Eclipse and Ill Bill, thereby creating the group known as Non Phixion. Within six months Goretex, a childhood friend of Ill Bill, had joined the crew after freestyling for MC Serch. MC Serch did not appear in Non Phixions first album "The Future Is Now". Non Phixion made two studio albums and a promotional tape named "The Past, The Present And The Future Is Now" that was released before their first album "The Future Is Now", all Non Phixion's work is highly regarded in the underground hip hop scene. Ill Bills brother Necro produced a lot of material for Non Phixion, including most of "The Past, The Present And The Future Is Now" and several other tracks from "The Green CD" and "The Future Is Now".

Circle of Tyrants was an underground hip hop group consisting of Necro, Ill BIll, Mr Hyde and Goretex. The group only released one album, named "The Circle of Tyrants" which was released in 2005 under Necro's Psycho-Logical-Records. Necro produced all tracks on this album. Though only releasing one album, these four members often collaborated at the same time on the members solo albums.

Founded in late 2005 with no intention to record an album, La Coka Nostra was more a loose collective of artists connected through Danny Boy than a group. Having taken time off from rap after the break-up of House of Pain, Danny Boy took to working in video production and fashion as well as mentoring other artists. He met Slaine in Boston and, impressed with his writing, brought him to L.A. to record some tracks. Eventually it turned into more of a group effort including the former members of House of Pain and Ill Bill, it was announced that Everlast would be leaving La Coka Nostra due to his daughter's medical issues.

Heavy Metal Kings is a group featuring veteran rappers Ill Bill (Non Phixion/La Coka Nostra) and Vinnie Paz (Jedi Mind Tricks/Army of the Pharaohs). In 2006, Ill Bill was featured on the single "Heavy Metal Kings" by hip hop duo Jedi Mind Tricks, released through Babygrande Records.

Ill Bill and Vinnie Paz have since combined forces to form a group of the same name, "Heavy Metal Kings," and record a full self-titled album to be released April 5, 2011 through Enemy Soil/Uncle Howie.

Heavy Metal Kings 2 was officially confirmed and recording in 2013. It was announced that the album would be in stores in 2014 however as of March 2015 has yet to be released.

Heavy Metal Kings VS DJ Muggs was posted to be in the works by an associated producer on 2011, to this date this album has had no more updates or information released. It is not known if this album is still in the works.

You're Dead Featuring Necro
Ill Bill Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Ahhhhhh, it's necro!
Yo, the most morbid overdose off it Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin
I'm awful, often unlawful
Crack you with a softball in your skull
Until you've lost all memory, every morsel
Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street
While you duplicate the beat (BITER!)

Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat
I've got a gun to pull
And I'm comfortable
Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull
Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld
With bigger holes in you than the cunt of your girl
Bustin off like I'm huntin for squirrels
A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls
And that's that, you bullshit artists
You can catch an ass cap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack
Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh
Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap
Like hookers from Budapest

Chorus:
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so dead
And that's what I said
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
(So dead) that's what I said

[Verse 2]
Ill Bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs
My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab
Or a crack drag or a Black Flag
Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide
You and I collide member suit and ties arrive
Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated
Then some other motherfucker levitated
Talkin bout some vampire shit like he's dedicated
Decapitated that fuckin faggot then I celebrated
Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos
Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes
It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is to kill you
Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine
And under the path of disaster of a mastermind designed to blast a nine
Fuck these bitches, love the cash and crime
And we all sick, quick to torture you,
Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat
Like you sniffed a pound of coke, you start to choke

Chorus

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ill Bill's song "You're Dead" featuring Necro are quite disturbing and graphic. In the first verse, Necro talks about how he is so morbid and awful that he will crack someone's skull with a softball until they lose all memory. He talks about mutilating the beat and leaving someone looking like bloody lubricated meat. He further goes on to say that he's comfortable pumping a full clip into someone's skull, and their life is not refundable. Necro concludes his verse by saying life is cheap, like hookers from Budapest.

In the second verse, Ill Bill talks about seeing demons in the back of taxi cabs and how his thoughts attack him like a bad acid tab. He talks about mandatory suicide and how he and the listener collide while wearing suit and ties. Ill Bill then goes on to say how he loves the drama and how his mind is designed to blast a nine. He concludes by saying that they are all sick and quick to torture someone, cutting off their balls and stuff them down their throat until they choke.

Overall, the lyrics to this song are quite violent and disturbing, portraying a dark and twisted mentality. It is clear that the song is not meant for everyone, but rather those who can handle such dark content.

Line by Line Meaning

Ahhhhhh, it's necro!
Introducing Necro as the artist of the song.

Yo, the most morbid overdose off it Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin
Comparing the morbid and deadly nature of the song to a comatose baby in a coffin.

I'm awful, often unlawful
Describing oneself as terrible and illegal in actions.

Crack you with a softball in your skull
Threatening to hit someone in the head with a softball.

Until you've lost all memory, every morsel
Beating someone so hard that they lose their memories.

Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street
Damaging the song's instrumental but making it sound good and fresh for the audience.

While you duplicate the beat (BITER!)
Calling out someone who copies or steals the song's beat.

Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat
Describing the aftermath of injuring someone to the extent that they look like bloody meat.

I've got a gun to pull
Announcing that the artist has a gun to use.

And I'm comfortable
Feeling confident and at ease with using the gun.

Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull
Shooting someone in the head with a full clip from the gun.

Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld
There is no way to get back one's life once it is taken, and the person who was shot will go to the underworld.

With bigger holes in you than the cunt of your girl
Insulting someone's girlfriend by comparing her vagina to the bullet holes in the person who was shot.

Bustin off like I'm huntin for squirrels
Firing the gun rapidly and recklessly.

A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls
Describing the damage a bullet does to someone's muscle as tearing it apart like a hundred curls.

And that's that, you bullshit artists
Addressing fake artists who aren't authentic in their art.

You can catch an ass cap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack
Threatening to shoot someone through their backpack.

Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh
Shooting someone in the chest and piercing their flesh.

Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap
Stabbing someone deeply because life is not valued.

Like hookers from Budapest
Comparing someone or something to prostitutes from Budapest.

You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Repeating the phrase to emphasize that someone is really dead.

Dead
Confirming that someone is no longer alive.

Ill Bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs
Sharing a personal experience of seeing demons in the back of taxi cabs.

My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab
Having negative thoughts that feel like the effects of a bad acid trip.

Or a crack drag or a Black Flag
Connecting different forms of addiction and musical genres to the struggle with negative thoughts.

Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide
Referencing a horror TV show and expressing that suicide may feel like the only option.

You and I collide member suit and ties arrive
Two different groups with opposite lifestyles and values are about to confront each other.

Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated
Driving under the influence of drugs, and experiencing intensified thoughts during a dream.

Then some other motherfucker levitated
Witnessing someone levitate, possibly due to the influence of drugs or the dream state.

Talkin bout some vampire shit like he's dedicated
Hearing someone talk about vampires with a great amount of passion and belief.

Decapitated that fuckin faggot then I celebrated
Killing the person who talked about vampires and celebrating their death with no remorse or regret.

Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos
Warning others that messing with the artist means dealing with unstable and dangerous people.

Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes
Experiencing violence and danger as a regular part of life, living on the edge.

It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is to kill you
Comparing life to a game of chance, enjoying the excitement that comes with drama, and desiring to harm others.

Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine
Causing someone to bleed profusely and comparing it to wine spilled from a broken glass.

And under the path of disaster of a mastermind designed to blast a nine
Being on a path of destruction led by a mastermind who is prepared to use their gun.

Fuck these bitches, love the cash and crime
Disliking women and prioritizing money and illegal activities.

And we all sick, quick to torture you,
Being mentally and emotionally unstable, and having a tendency to torture people.

Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat
Removing someone's genitals and forcing them to swallow them.

Like you sniffed a pound of coke, you start to choke
Comparing choking on one's own genitals to the experience of choking on a large amount of cocaine.

You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Repeatedly emphasizing that someone is dead.

Dead
Confirming that someone is no longer alive.

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