Текст песни Boogiemonsters - The Beginning of the End
Boogiemonsters - The Beginning of the End слова песни
[ CHORUS 2X ]Livin in these last days and times, check yourselfAnd what you feed your mind, I know youCan`t be blind livin in the future[ VERSE 1: Vex ]I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th SealJahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feelHail and fire, a burning mountain, it`s onIn one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are goneCheck my vocal, more hotter than sun in AlcapulcoNormany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid ofI spitter, start into space, it`s like the moon and sunHow many worthy of Heaven? No, not oneThrow the devil in a bottomless pit, judgment beginAngel from the Euphrates killed a 3rd of his menThen I change form, bustin in abnormal type tacticsFlippin styles like acrobaticsSo who can do what he do, flip a style that`s free tooWith more fat formulas techniques than T2See through falacy with my x-ray visionWreckin raps inside my derby like demolitionStyle switch, envision my brain-splittin atoms in the trackI`m beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast, blackIt`s the P.O.W. in the lyric-proof jacketMy quicker spray richochet your racket out my bracket From the attic of the Boogiemonsters shackIt`s the revolutionary black hole sun on attackBring it back[ CHORUS 2X ][ Mondo ]???? is pro-black and to my folks it sound sillyBut it`s lockdown straight from Rhode Island to PhillyAs the crackdown begins, intensity reaches to the maximumAnd you really get to see who is your friendsThe same sneakers angle from the telephone cableFive-o forever patrollin, my neighborhood is never stableThese days, this appears to be a concentration campEliminatin welfare and still fishin for a victimCause from 200 down to 95th Street is all blackly populatedThen go further downtown, it ain`t debatedWho inhabitates the best, come on, we segragatedBut that`s aight, somebody`s comin like a thief in the nightThe police state technique is to practice on the cattleOn the humble for that worldwide battleIllest when I feel this, yo Domingo, slide the faders on the bassAnd I`ma lay it all out in they faceMost of the Presidents was Masons with one thing in mindTo keep it in the family they must elimate the swineAnd the swine is us, and whose God do +you+ trust?It`s gettin realer by the second in the future[ CHORUS until end ]