[Intro: Killah Priest]
 This be the sinz of man. The sinz of men and women.
 The tree of life. The tree of good and evil.

 [Shabazz The Disciple]
 My mind sometimes be haunted by my memories
 Visions in my head have shown me digging up my enemies
 I hate to go to sleep because of the dread that's in my head
 At times I find myself running from shadows of the dead
 They're trying to pull me under and bury me alive
 I wake up thinking it's over and thinking I've survived
 They've pulled me back to sleep and separated my soul
 from my body and put my bloody flesh in a hole
 Ah, shit gets worse, now the curse caves my faith in
 I rose from beneath the surface of Earth as Satan
 Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases
 Jumped up, fell back to sleep, ressurected, ah Jesus
 Healing the same mother fuckers I've just inflicted
 Spreading righteousness through word of god, my mind is twisted
 A holy war in the mental, I'm sort of brain dead
 Spirits have got me under pressure and they're fucking up my head

 [Killah Priest]
 As I die slowly, I could feel my soul leave
 My heart pumps part to my lungs, so I could breathe
 I take my last breath, I gasp cuz I'm ?peth?
 I felt the needle which held the ?neeval?
 >From another dimension, they had me flinching, with no attention
 Was paid by nurses, what's worse is
 I felt the stiches as the door locks
 Retreated for witches and warlocks
 and devils and demons, with shovels they was scheming
 I woke up when I was taken up by this dream and
 Then I was brough to the courts of another world
 Damn, my beloved Sheryl, couldn't put shit and uncover the pearls
 Instead of a jewel, I've discovered a germ
 That burned and turned my sperm into worms
 Ah, filthy-ass maggots, with matches
 Oh, my God, I was thanking God it was the savage
 Yeah, that day I saw Nat Turner
 and I saw Christ, he was stalking around with a black burner

 [Shabazz The Disciple]
 Another time my mind dwelled on the spell
 I heard cries from the dead souls burning in hell
 Visions of their flesh drowning in the flood
 While under hallucinations, I've seen heads soaked in blood
 I snapped back to reality and dashed for my bible
 Opened it up in hurried confusion, reaching for survival
 But all of a sudden, I'm overpowered by that curse
 The songs that I've read have made my visions worse
 Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me
 Spilt what's on my mind, When I was done, he needed therapy
 He recommended a baptistism, a sacrifice
 My soul rose to heaven, but was cast back down by Christ
 In forms of thunder, rain and heavy winds
 Not even the blood of Christ could cleanse the sins of men

 [Killah Priest]
 Huh, yeah, huh, oh

 That was a state of confusion that we lived in
 I converted to over a thousand religions
 A permanent member to 6 million churches
 I'm still trying to repent from these curses
 Me and the Holy Wizard, we went and slept in the graveyard
 Remember that? We stayed up all night and played cards
 Now, I sit in the pit of cobras
 I'm writing rhymes in the stance of yoga
 Oh, my God, I played drums with the bones of Mohammed
 In three years, I grew a beard and roamed with a garment
 Yeah, what was that you said is evil?
 Ha ha ha ha, yeah, I was thinking the same thing
 Yeah, my choice is bleeding and he's stinking