Madness

[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