Testo The Beginning Of The End - Boogiemonsters

The Beginning Of The End

Livin in these last days and times, check yourself\nAnd what you feed your mind, I know you\nCan’t be blind livin in the future\nI got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal\nJahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel\nHail and fire, a burning mountain, it’s on\nIn one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are gone\nCheck my vocal, more hotter than sun in Alcapulco\nNormany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid of\nI spitter, start into space, it’s like the moon and sun\nHow many worthy of Heaven? No, not one\nThrow the devil in a bottomless pit, judgment begin\nAngel from the Euphrates killed a 3rd of his men\nThen I change form, bustin in abnormal type tactics\nFlippin styles like acrobatics\nSo who can do what he do, flip a style that’s free too\nWith more fat formulas techniques than T2\nSee through falacy with my x-ray vision\nWreckin raps inside my derby like demolition\nStyle switch, envision my brain-splittin atoms in the track\nI’m beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast, black\nIt’s the P.O.W. in the lyric-proof jacket\nMy quicker spray richochet your racket out my bracket\nFrom the attic of the Boogiemonsters shack\nIt’s the revolutionary black hole sun on attack\nBring it back\n??? is pro-black and to my folks it sound silly\nBut it’s lockdown straight from Rhode Island to Philly\nAs the crackdown begins, intensity reaches to the maximum\nAnd you really get to see who is your friends\nThe same sneakers angle from the telephone cable\nFive-o forever patrollin, my neighborhood is never stable\nThese days, this appears to be a concentration camp\nEliminatin welfare and still fishin for a victim\nCause from 200 down to 95th Street is all blackly populated\nThen go further downtown, it ain’t debated\nWho inhabitates the best, come on, we segragated\nBut that’s aight, somebody’s comin like a thief in the night\nThe police state technique is to practice on the cattle\nOn the humble for that worldwide battle\nIllest when I feel this, yo Domingo, slide the faders on the bass\nAnd I’ma lay it all out in they face\nMost of the Presidents was Masons with one thing in mind\nTo keep it in the family they must elimate the swine\nAnd the swine is us, and whose God do +you+ trust?\nIt’s gettin realer by the second in the future