BOOGIEMONSTERS

BOOGIEMONSTERS - Beginning of the End lyrics

rate me

[CHORUS x2]

Livin in these last days and times, check yourself

And what you feed your mind, I know you

Can't be blind livin in the future

[VERSE 1: Vex]

I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal

Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel

Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's on

In one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are gone

Check my vocal, more hotter than sun in Alcapulco

Normany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid of

I spitter, start into space, it's like the moon and sun

How many worthy of Heaven? No, not one

Throw the devil in a bottomless pit, judgment begin

Angel from the Euphrates killed a 3rd of his men

Then I change form, bustin in abnormal type tactics

Flippin styles like acrobatics

So who can do what he do, flip a style that's free too

With more fat formulas techniques than T2

See through falacy with my x-ray vision

Wreckin raps inside my derby like demolition

Style switch, envision my brain-splittin atoms in the track

I'm beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast, black

It's the P.O.W. in the lyric-proof jacket

My quicker spray richochet your racket out my bracket

From the attic of the Boogiemonsters shack

It's the revolutionary black hole sun on attack

Bring it back

[CHORUS x2]

[Mondo]

???? is pro-black and to my folks it sound silly

But it's lockdown straight from Rhode Island to Philly

As the crackdown begins, intensity reaches to the maximum

And you really get to see who is your friends

The same sneakers angle from the telephone cable

Five-o forever patrollin, my neighborhood is never stable

These days, this appears to be a concentration camp

Eliminatin welfare and still fishin for a victim

Cause from 200 down to 95th Street is all blackly populated

Then go further downtown, it ain't debated

Who inhabitates the best, come on, we segragated

But that's aight, somebody's comin like a thief in the night

The police state technique is to practice on the cattle

On the humble for that worldwide battle

Illest when I feel this, yo Domingo, slide the faders on the bass

And I'ma lay it all out in they face

Most of the Presidents was Masons with one thing in mind

To keep it in the family they must elimate the swine

And the swine is us, and whose God do +you+ trust?

It's gettin realer by the second in the future

[CHORUS until end]

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