My man I to the G, in a scene of his dream he sees a young girl crying with him They see a deep feel to the three oçlock prayer Heya, heya, hey you hypocrite Reformat your brain against the concrete There’s no more time for bickering The world is dying as we’re spending our last dimes End times, we better seek the truth What’s going on with all the wars of the crews? As it brews, way back in old ages ago Tango, throwbacks or like them old school shows Israel is the base of the believers Conquerors, soldiers and wounded warriors Second coming, Armageddon, Megiddo Come on, game face, let’s do this Bring it on, bring it on Nasupatak, beginning of the end times Is it a lie or the truth behind the lies? Patak, last drop to the end times Watch the world crumble down as it slowly dies My faith will never be shaken And I stay true to God, I’m never forsaken Nuff respects to my brothers in Islamic religion Now who becomes the critic? Prepare, evil beware, don’t allow it to scare the insides of your chest Aware, it’s the bomb that explodes at war Take a deep breath, sometimes you can draw a scar it Only makes you harder, makes you tougher Mayday’s the day and you have to be stronger Mayday’s the day and you have to be firmer Ghetto boy, ghetto boy, ghetto boy From the scriptures to the world From science to religion What is real? What’s the feel? I stand for what I believe in