(feat. Killer Priest, Masta Killer, Method Man, ...) 



[Intro: Method Man] 

Shout out to Morocco, what's going down? 

This your boy, Meth, Mr. that is 

Capital M, capital E, capital F 

I'm here to speak upon things, one of your hometown favorites 

My boy Cilvaringz, doing big things upon this 

We gon' make it pop like this 

Ya'll wanna see what time it izzy 

Man, this is in the name of Allah 

RZA, Shabazz the Disciple, Masta Killa 

Killah Priest, your boy John-John Blazini 

Let's do it 



[Masta Killa:] 

Listen, the wise elder spoke, write as I quote 

Then open the seal, and reveal these things 

That will come to pass, if you can last through the storm 

Man will be tested in all forms 

Then flesh will be beaten until submission 

Forgiveness has been given to spare your life 

Still your eyes glaze when you greet my wife 

Sinful thinking, it's strong wine and drinking 

Lead to the destruction of such men as Samson 

The grace period given for those who will repent 

Those other than righteous, Masta Killa will send 

And time is at hand, as I walk the land 

From the U.K., back to the streets of B.K. 

Given sight beyond sight, to write the unseen 

No amount of treasure can measure the gift given 

To speak the unspoken, it's the chosen 



[Killah Priest:] 

I need one cup of Dracula's blood, two virgins 

Dressed in all black, to start my sermon 

One heart of a merchant, one teeth of a priest 

The head of a monk, mixed in a bowl, with the 9/11 souls 

I see him in the sign as the reverend was told 

I read the scroll, but I'm still blindfold 

Wait, I need more ingredients, so I look for the seeds of disobedience 

Chop off the foot of Bush, throw him in the pot, let him cook 

To every word I jot in this book, I pray the FBI's overlook 

The recipe for America's destiny 

Tech will squeeze, after dragging, I stab him in the abdomen 

Free the Palestinians, free the Africans 

Free humanity from the insanity, our planet bleeds 

Mission cycles of symbols and idols 

Our skin put Bibles, Qu' Ran, been through temples to old mosque 

Stepping through the Garden of Eden where the revengeful angels throw rods 

Oh God, save us from the outrageous Pagans, I spray guns, til the barrel's empty 

I'm like Moses to Pharaoh's envy, turn of the century 

Burning in misery, think... 



[Chorus x2: Shabazz the Disciple] 

In the, name of Allah, who we give thanks and praises 

They turn us from the wages, watch over your saviors 

He gave us life, made us upright and raised us 

He wrote the book, we live according to your pages 



[Killah Priest:] 

When the holy father spit, you see the bottomless pit 

Demons rise out, Shabazz close the door, this God's house 



[Salah Edin praying] 



[RZA:] 

Titanium fangs, skull nearly mammal 

At the holy city of Mecca, on the back of a talking camel 

Great fan of Colon, crazy ammo get blown 

Wherever I sit son, that is my throne 

I'm the reason why time started, I be the kind hearted 

Trying to bust me, you aiming at a blind target 

Designed with a sublime for the vintage 

I control the whole, don't deal with no percentage 

Even with a 3.5 mil deposit 

Your life is still illusive like a CGI composite 

Where your mind and your body discombobulate 

Need to regenerate, let your mental seed ovulate 

For nine months, in the womb of my wisdom 

You may find a program to descramble the system 

And cause a glitch, whether bright day or black pitch 

We strive to build homes, and stack chips 

From the ice of Alaska, to the heat of Calabasas 

We over through the master, he build our own castle 

Remove the impostor, take it up an octave 

As my vibe continues to energize your shocking 

Out of Allah mercy, I speak these verses 

To help bring the truth from beneath the surface 

To help get the proof, from beneath the churches 

Defeat shading, and complete the circle 



[Cilvaringz:] 

I move with a strike of elegance 

Like Saladin on a horse, backed by seraphim 

Where flowers open and my past and unruled is downhill 

But see, I'm quick to the back 

The fate for the house of Mecca, the stone of Abraham 

My word alone will enslave a man 

Deeply to the sword of Islam, though he resides with his mom 

In the Pagan land, the shit's calm 

Praying to the cross of Christ, what is right 

But the Qu' Ran claims Christ never lost his life 

To the crucified punishment of Roman justice 

And that's why the Bible cannot be trusted 



[Chorus x2] 



[Salah Edin praying] 



[Outro: Shabazz the Disciple (Masta Killa)] 

What up Prince Rakeem, Masta Killa, Cilvaringz 

John Blaze, S.T.D., in the name of Allah 

(Yo, yo, one-two, one-two, turn my mic up a little bit 

Turn the headphones up just a little bit 

Turn the frequency up a little, yo...)