The Beginning Of The End Lyrics

[ 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 ]