Killah Priest - Madness Lyrics
* background vocals[Intro: Killah Priest]Up and downDidn't I say niggas gotta come ready for more?Father forgive us for we know not what we doAin't nuttin here, ain't nuttin you gotta say to thatNow what you gonna do about it? What you gonna doabout it man?{*police sirens* Bring it any day![Killah Priest]This is madness, niggas runnin up the block, duckin shotsCop cars swervin, niggas squirtin, the ghetto's burninHell's season, the soul's returninWe live like crows and a hermit, searchin for a higher learninThe fire's burnin, lightnin bolts comin downHittin both coasts, leavin niggas comatosedThat's why I wear the chrome closeAnd we'll all meet the omen in the moment of mostRunnin in churches with my gun, I'm nervousDisrupt the service, ask the pastor, "Where do I worship?"My life is worthless, I done seen so many nights and murdersThe enemy stuck a knife in CurtisI wake up in cold sweat, grab my Tec, I'm hopelessAll my homies pullin on roaches of foul coachesOr loud explosives, return to the hood like the child MosesA bastard in a basket, my gat spitTill the palbearers close the casketAnd that's it, the end of the chapterThe beginnin of the next oneThe resurrection, imperfection, after death comeThe black son in the ghetto sectionThe light protect them from the iron weaponThis is madness...[Chorus: Killah Priest]This is madness, this is madness...[Killah Priest]Mystic night beneath the cherry moon, we rarely movePeace to the ghetto nation, three million populationGuns poppin Satan, feel our feather wingsEloheim as we bury kingsOur fathers pumpin garbage in their blood streamsThe novel of Apollo, every thug thingBlood, money and cancer inside a dope fiendMy hungry team sellin drugs, Verazine got me feelin buzzedGhetto breed felonies, my niggas face the judgeThe witness tryin to place his mug, the D.A. tryin to taste his bloodAnd the lawyers is the court employers, showin fake loveThe court system is 33 and 1 third of a mace and clubWhile niggas is still beefin and tradin the slugs{*gat firin*Who's to blame? I hear cats callin my nameSayin, "Please, don't fall in this game!"We're all in a gangIt's like the ghetto, got me trapped with a ball and a chainTo them crack rocks I swallow, absorbed in my veinNightmares of bein shot, record in my brainMy neck and soul dropped and fall in the flamesEvery night I wanna roll a Dutch, scared to sober upI'm like a bird in the cobra's clutchI'm like a bird in the cobra's clutchThis is enough...[Chorus][Killah Priest]You bought this Proverb baby!Every day I hear violent screams outside my windowI see black hurses followed by limosOn your forehead I see the devil's symbol3 6's, do the arithmic of the witchesAnd Grand Wizard, can you withstand the blizzard?I see prophecies unfold that was told by the prophets of oldLooked up, I saw the clouds in Heaven rollBack like a gigantic scrollUFO's came down to damage the globe3 rolls, saw the lamb with blood on his robeWhile the beast shove us in stovesAnd the government swallow our soulsI'm gettin drunk of a wild Irish roseMy brain's haunted, roll with much pain and tormentA fire like Elijah that came with the warninBodies bein carried at the sound of the organSaw the skeleton, the rider of the Four HorsemenPull out my dick, chop off my foreskinTake the blood and write down my four sinsOn the side of Satan's coffin, I see angel's corpsesI 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
