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