[ CHORUS 2X ]  Livin in these last days and times, check yourself  And what you feed your mind, I know you  Can't be blind livin in the future    [ VERSE 1: Vex ]  I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal  Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel  Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's on  In one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are gone  Check my vocal, more hotter than sun in Alcapulco  Normany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid of  I spitter, start into space, it's like the moon and sun  How many worthy of Heaven? No, not one  Throw the devil in a bottomless pit, judgment begin  Angel from the Euphrates killed a 3rd of his men  Then I change form, bustin in abnormal type tactics  Flippin styles like acrobatics  So who can do what he do, flip a style that's free too  With more fat formulas techniques than T2  See through falacy with my x-ray vision  Wreckin raps inside my derby like demolition  Style switch, envision my brain-splittin atoms in the track  I'm beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast, black  It's the P.O.W. in the lyric-proof jacket  My quicker spray richochet your racket out my bracket   From the attic of the Boogiemonsters shack  It's the revolutionary black hole sun on attack  Bring it back    [ CHORUS 2X ]    [ Mondo ]  ???? is pro-black and to my folks it sound silly  But it's lockdown straight from Rhode Island to Philly  As the crackdown begins, intensity reaches to the maximum  And you really get to see who is your friends  The same sneakers angle from the telephone cable  Five-o forever patrollin, my neighborhood is never stable  These days, this appears to be a concentration camp  Eliminatin welfare and still fishin for a victim  Cause from 200 down to 95th Street is all blackly populated  Then go further downtown, it ain't debated  Who inhabitates the best, come on, we segragated  But that's aight, somebody's comin like a thief in the night  The police state technique is to practice on the cattle  On the humble for that worldwide battle  Illest when I feel this, yo Domingo, slide the faders on the bass  And I'ma lay it all out in they face  Most of the Presidents was Masons with one thing in mind  To keep it in the family they must elimate the swine  And the swine is us, and whose God do +you+ trust?  It's gettin realer by the second in the future    [ CHORUS until end ]