Prophets of Doom

Lyrics

[Intro] Ah, they are a changing [Verse 1: ILL BILL] East 53rd Force, duke of Farragut Grandpa's from Uruguay on some Spanish shit Skinny mustache, villain cold chillin' Play Mister Rogers' Neighborhood with a few women Lived a block away 'til he got a heart attack I was young but old enough to know he's not coming back My first experience with death, ambulance was late, he died waiting on his front steps And that's how I lost my first BFF The Grim Reaper been creeping around here ever since I learned at a very young age that everything could just change in one day We could be one minute or a second away From the very last breath that we take Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen Young shooters running up to dump a bullet in the system No justice, no peace, we at war with the beast Feed 'em to death 'til everyone of y'all are deceased Generation X, my teachers all talk to the beat Rescuing my intellect from the jaws of defeat Listen (Changing) [Chorus: ILL BILL] We could be one minute or a second away From the very last breath that we take Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake And get baked, a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen We could be one minute or a second away From the very last breath that we take Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake And get baked, a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] My grandpa died young, was part of the 28 Club His bartender married my grams My father then ran to the street, a story I couldn't make up Went from Sinaloa to LA, the city of kings They say you can't stop or run from death but really you can First off, move out from where the killers go ham They let off and shootout when they push kilos to grams They will put you in the fetal if they need to for the fam Fuck your plans for tomorrow, fuck your plans for today What you think is gonna happen, right now can go away Everybody gotta pay back for buying today Used to hold us over the moment that they late Y'all really think that odds are something you play Gamble with your life, one day you won't get away Promise you there's no time to shoot, flowers when they homage you Only if you honor your hermano, then the climate's cool Shit, clean your mess up, you got time, there's no pressing on rewind Get that stress up out your mind right now La Muerte on the prowl Don't know where, don't know how but we all go out [Chorus: ILL BILL] We could be one minute or a second away From the very last breath that we take Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday We could be one minute or a second away From the very last breath that we take Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] I got stories but they want bars They want to see behind the curtain like The Wizard of Oz Well I got a vice against the enemies to your cause But you might have to hear Allam fracture Allah I don't wish 'em bad but I don't wish 'em no good Like I hope your car never break down in my hood It's gentrified now so you will be fine But people get murdered in nice places all of the time And everybody knows that 'cause they finished my line And these motherfuckers don't even rhyme Shout to the people that were shot from behind It feels different when you finish the climb, at the top when you pick the knives out of your spine You appreciate the lesson and the design And you thank the ancestors and the divine And you survive and continue to shine [Outro: Immortal Technique] I'm not gon' tell you how much time you have left I'ma just tell you the clock is ticking So appreciate what the fuck you have 'Cause pretty soon you ain't gon' have Get the fuck ready