Madness

* background vocals [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 {*gats firin & siren sounds*} [Chorus to fade w/ unknown singer] [Outro: Killah Priest] Sells these drugs to Apocalypse