Calling the police, calling the G men Calling all Americans to war on the underworld All I need is money and I'm getting that money, tonight Let's take
prophesy twelve-hundred sixty days ..." And I saw four angels at the corners of The earth, holding back the winds, Awaiting command ... Behold divine ascension from
Yeah This right here For all them niggas that like to talk Talk the talk You better walk the walk Knowmsayin? Cause one of these days When I see you
machine guns It was the operator's law We dug trenches and wore helmets That we brought from the Argonne All the way from France to Logan We fought from
watch the center and watch your back! it's on the radio, it's on the TV news conservatives and liberals with ever clashing views but as the days go
Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon! You motherfuckers got me back on my grizzly, I'm back on the grind I'm back to the streets, catch a beef, come back with the nine
When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed that you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine You got
time, we will look back and we will see That our gods all will fade to dust if they are built from mortar and machines. Hollow. Meaningless
can't remember my ways Can't remember my nights, can't remember my days [K-Rino:] Now, they bring me to a different bed And hook me up to a machine,
real deal wit skill until they feel us Droppin this line, like bombs From Elijah, Mohammed and Farrakhan The enemies wanna flex but can't win They scared of the skin of a million black, men
two blocks from Park Place It was a set up, professionally how he got wet up Closed casket service; the guy said he jerked Eminem, and Coolio plus Korn - machine
minds like Yankee hats Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the back Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks I step up, you step back Crucify ya, execution other men
from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns [Chorus: x2] [Verse Three: Kool G. Rap] Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
better back the fuck up what part didn't you understand Head nah aim straight at your thighro glands Must've not been really your men those niggas that
C'mon man, let's cip man about the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah) See man, white man tryin' to keep this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (
you'll be back with France CU Traitor in your crew is mafo heat Put the poison in your tea and kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede