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[Intro: Killah Priest]
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Up and down
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Didn't I say niggas gotta come ready for more?
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Father forgive us for we know not what we do
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Ain't nuttin here, ain't nuttin you gotta say to that
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Now what you gonna do about it? What you gonna do
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about it man?
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{*police sirens*} Bring it any day!
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[Killah Priest]
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This is madness, niggas runnin up the block, duckin shots
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Cop cars swervin, niggas squirtin, the ghetto's burnin
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Hell's season, the soul's returnin
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We live like crows and a hermit, searchin for a higher learnin
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The fire's burnin, lightnin bolts comin down
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Hittin both coasts, leavin niggas comatosed
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That's why I wear the chrome close
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And we'll all meet the omen in the moment of most
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Runnin in churches with my gun, I'm nervous
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Disrupt the service, ask the pastor, "Where do I worship?"
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My life is worthless, I done seen so many nights and murders
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The enemy stuck a knife in Curtis
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I wake up in cold sweat, grab my Tec, I'm hopeless
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All my homies pullin on roaches of foul coaches
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Or loud explosives, return to the hood like the child Moses
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A bastard in a basket, my gat spit
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Till the palbearers close the casket
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And that's it, the end of the chapter
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The beginnin of the next one
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The resurrection, imperfection, after death come
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The black son in the ghetto section
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The light protect them from the iron weapon
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This is madness...
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[Chorus: Killah Priest]
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This is madness, this is madness...
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[Killah Priest]
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Mystic night beneath the cherry moon, we rarely move
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Peace to the ghetto nation, three million population
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Guns poppin Satan, feel our feather wings
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Eloheim as we bury kings
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Our fathers pumpin garbage in their blood streams
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The novel of Apollo, every thug thing
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Blood, money and cancer inside a dope fiend
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My hungry team sellin drugs, Verazine got me feelin buzzed
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Ghetto breed felonies, my niggas face the judge
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The witness tryin to place his mug, the D.A. tryin to taste his blood
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And the lawyers is the court employers, showin fake love
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The court system is 33 and 1 third of a mace and club
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While niggas is still beefin and tradin the slugs
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{*gat firin*}
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Who's to blame? I hear cats callin my name
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Sayin, "Please, don't fall in this game!"
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We're all in a gang
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It's like the ghetto, got me trapped with a ball and a chain
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To them crack rocks I swallow, absorbed in my vein
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Nightmares of bein shot, record in my brain
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My neck and soul dropped and fall in the flames
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Every night I wanna roll a Dutch, scared to sober up
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I'm like a bird in the cobra's clutch
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I'm like a bird in the cobra's clutch
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This is enough...
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[Chorus]
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[Killah Priest]
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You bought this Proverb baby!
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Every day I hear violent screams outside my window
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I see black hurses followed by limos
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On your forehead I see the devil's symbol
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3 6's, do the arithmic of the witches
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And Grand Wizard, can you withstand the blizzard?
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I see prophecies unfold that was told by the prophets of old
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Looked up, I saw the clouds in Heaven roll
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Back like a gigantic scroll
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UFO's came down to damage the globe
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3 rolls, saw the lamb with blood on his robe
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While the beast shove us in stoves
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And the government swallow our souls
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I'm gettin drunk of a wild Irish rose
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My brain's haunted, roll with much pain and torment
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A fire like Elijah that came with the warnin
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Bodies bein carried at the sound of the organ
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Saw the skeleton, the rider of the Four Horsemen
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Pull out my dick, chop off my foreskin
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Take the blood and write down my four sins
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On the side of Satan's coffin, I see angel's corpses
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I start to gettin nautious from demonic forces
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{*gats firin & siren sounds*}
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[Chorus to fade w/ unknown singer]
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[Outro: Killah Priest]
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Sells these drugs to Apocalypse
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Madness
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