Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Madness, artist - Killah Priest. Album song Priesthood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.11.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Madness |
| 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? |
| Bring it any day! |
| 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… |
| This is madness, this is madness… |
| 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 |
| 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… |
| 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 |
| Sells these drugs to Apocalypse |