And that's my word... that's my word
 Chorus:
 If you're blind to the wicked ways
 The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (check it out)
 If you're blind of the wicked ways (yeah  check it out)
 The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (yo)

 Verse One: Killah Priest

 The President just ordered the Navy to hit the borders of Haiti
 Slaughter babies from the waters of Euphrates
 Maybe they sent germ that's polluted our sperm
 And made us live uncircumcised in the serpent eyes
 And told us certain lies, and each day a servant dies
 But in the halls of Pharoah the walls are narrow
 And religion is like a prison for the seekers of wisdom
 This be the dance of the graveyard
 So do the spank with the dead zombie
 Here comes the tanks of a Red Army
 The real Jew is you, Jeremiah fourteen and two
 Enforced by the Hebrew
 Ya hovered by the eagle, America is evil
 Let no man deceive you, beat you, or mistreat you
 The tribe of Edem, stole your freedom
 And Edem means redneck
 I'm throwin bullets in my Tec
 Nah, I'm goin out like Joshua
 With a pen, an army, and an apocalypse

 Chorus:

 If you're blind to the wicked ways
 The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
 If you're blind to the wicked ways
 The devil plays mad tricks on your mind

 Verse Two: Hell Razah

 I remember
 The six doctors, that wanted to take my brain into a labratory
 Destroy me, since birth
 My baby talk was psychic thoughts
 Flashbacks, all the past blacks trapped in the present
 Killin for dead presidents, where every ghetto residence
 is evidence, and the future, there will never be none
 If we don't be-come, unity
 Or get them devil made guns, and leave them demons bleedings
 Give em BACK with tons of speeding bullets
 Fuck your tech-nology, it's trick-knowledgy
 Tellin lies to my vision, I was given, enough time
 To master, the criminology
 And Mr. Pastor, teachin demonology
 Words of dope knowledge, I demolish
 Evil men, with an easy win
 When my thoughts are spaced out, come down to EARTH
 The devil crawls, cuz he's only, jealous
 And a victim of the unholy ghost

 Chorus:

 If you're blind to the wicked ways
 The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (mind)
 If you're blind to the wicked ways
 The devil plays mad tricks on your mind

 Verse Three: 7th Ambassador

 He listens to the cries in the distance
 of the next victim, wishin, that he had some assistance
 And right before his eyes it appeared
 Beware when the shadow caster, demon master's in the near
 He blocked the true light from your sight
 And transformed your brightest days, into your darkest nights
 I had your blind man praisin the grave
 Cause he feel the cross, that lays in the dirt
 And think he's in the church, not even aware
 That death is near, and he's one step from his grave
 A naive mental slave if he had, his third eye sparked
 He mighta been scopin
 Them demons that be lurkin in the dark
 Always keep your glowin eye open
 By knowin who your enemies be
 I can see you but you can't see me
 Escape from your chains like, Great Houdini
 And dissapear, like a majestic genie, in midair
 Vanish, that's my advantage
 And then I transform to a hurricane storm
 And rain holy water, for seven days
 And seven nights, the chosen ones spark the light
 Of the Sun, that's killin off villains by the ton
 Sealin all the doors to the Hells, correct spells
 That were cast on my peeps that were weak
 Made to keep, my peeps in a deep sleep

 Verse Four: 60 Sec. Assassin

 Behold! The angels out the heaven
 Who professes a whole new rap, session reposessin the gossip
 back so black, better hand over your act, or trapped, to
 Seven fifty three, who have received the law
 By the dispositions of angels, and have not, kept it
 Transgressed it, better burn your testaments
 Ain't nothing changed niggaz is gettin arrested
 Beat down like wrestling
 On the count, of false impression, indiscretion
 Advise em all with the glimpse, of a third eye
 The silent sleep, and wicked
 I work you niggaz out like physics, I blast out from the heart
 of Brooklyn, like an arrow, just stick to my point
 It's narrow, I shoot niggaz back, into the time
 like Pharoah, I smoke up on your brain, leave it
 burnt as Sahara, that leaves desert, with a rock storm
 Leavin niggaz buried and puttin them at Lou's lawn
 Headquarters, of the Zoo, what part, wasn't reviewed
 Or didn't you understand
 I'm drillin niggaz back under the surface of the land

 Outro: Killah Priest

 Show the righteous man, stand in great lonliness
 Before the face, of such that have afflicted him
 And may no account of his labels
 For they see it, they shall be troubled with terrible fear
 And shall, be amazed at the strangeness of his salvation
 So far beyond all they were lookin for