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Madness

Album cover art for "Madness" by Killah Priest & Ty-N

Killah Priest & Ty-N - Rap

Madness

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July 10, 2001.

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* background vocals [Intro] Up and down Didn't I say niggas gotta come ready for more? Father forgive us for we know not what we do Ain't nuttin' here, ain't nuttin' you gotta say to that Now what you gonna do about it? What you gonna do About it man? {*police sirens*} Bring it any day! [Verse 1] This is madness, niggas running up the block, ducking shots Cop cars swerving, niggas squirting, the ghetto's burnin' Hell season, the soul's returnin' We live like crows and a hermit, searching for a higher learnin' The fire's burning, lightning bolts coming down Hittin both coasts, leaving niggas comatosed That's why I wear the chrome close And we'll all meet the Omen in the moment of most Running in churches with my gun, I'm nervous Disrupt the service, ask the pastor, "Where do I worship?" My life is worthless, I done seen too many nights and murders The enemy stuck a knife in Curtis I wake up in cold sweat, grab my TEC, I'm hopeless All my homies pulling on roaches of foul coaches Or loud explosives, return to the hood like the child Moses A bastard in a basket while gats spit 'Til the pallbearers close the casket and that's it The end of the chapter, the beginning of the next one The resurrection, imperfection, after death come The black son in the ghetto section The light protect them from the iron weapon This is madness... [Chorus] This is madness, this is madness... [Verse 2] Mystic night beneath the cherry moon, we rarely move Peace to the ghetto nation, three million population Guns poppin Satan, feel our feather wings Elohim as we bury kings Our fathers pumpin garbage in their bloodstreams The novel of Apollo, every thug thing Blood, money and cancer inside a dope fiend My hungry team selling drugs, Verazine got me feeling buzzed Ghetto breed felonies, my niggas face the judge The witness tryna place his mug The D.A. tryin to taste his blood And the lawyers is the court employers, showing us fake love The court system is 33 and 1 third of a Mason club While niggas is still beefing and trading the slugs {*gat firing*} Who's to blame? I hear cats calling my name Sayin', "Please, don't fall in this game!" We're all in a gang It's like the ghetto, got me trapped with a ball and a chain To them crack rocks I swallow, absorbed in my vein Nightmares of being shot record in my brain My neck and soul dropped and fall in the flames Every night I wanna roll a Dutch, scared to sober up I'm like a bird in the cobra's clutch I'm like a bird in the cobra's clutch This is enough... [Chorus] This is madness, this is madness... [Break] You bought this Proverb baby! [Verse 3] Every day I hear violent screams outside my window I see black hearses followed by limos On your forehead I see the Devil's symbol Three sixes, do the arithmic of the witches And Grand Wizard, can you withstand the blizzard? I see prophecies unfold that was told by the prophets of old Look up, I saw the clouds in Heaven roll Back like a gigantic scroll UFOs came down to damage the globe Three rolls, saw the lamb with blood on his robe While the beast shove us in stoves And the government swallow our souls I'm getting drunk of a wild Irish rose My brain's haunted, roll with much pain and torment A fire like Elijah that came with the warnin' Bodies being carried at the sound of the organ Saw the skeleton, the rider of the Four Horsemen Pull out my dick, chop off my foreskin Take the blood and write down my four sins On the side of Satan's coffin, I see angel's corpses I start to getting nautious from demonic forces {*gats firing & siren sounds*} [Chorus to fade w/ Ty-N] This is madness, this is madness This is madness, this is madness This is madness, this is madness This is madness, this is madness [Outro] Sells these drugs to Apocalypse

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