Released: January 1, 1996

Featuring: Divine Styler

Songwriter: Everlast

Producer: DJ Lethal

CHORUS:
From the womb to the tomb
[Earth to dust]
From the earth to the moon
[The woman I trust]
And from the sea to the sky
[I see reflection]
And from the brain through the eye
[Another soul bless on]

From the celtic tribes, and the highland plains
I hit you with the quickness, like bad brains
I ain't blowin' no spikes, no queers, no dykes
Just the pale-faced cracker in the high-top nikes
Dope bustin' mics, I smoke cannibus
And if it's God's day off, in the sig I trust
You don't think I bust, you don't know my style
I got kids that'll hit ya on the low-profile
I've been from 248, out to east New York
My earth don't wear swine
I don't eat pork From no rusty fork, or no silver spoon
Put down your silver platter, kid, come check the data
My crew's chock-full of free information
It's jihad, Mecca be the destination
Glory be to God one more prostration
The root and foundation of civilization

CHORUS


[Divine Styler]
Makin' shit happen, transition to casual moods
I'm livin' revelations, for real spiracle
I unroll the mythical chronic, keep an airborne stash
To make Divine's stein shine in this killah rhyme clash
Now seven false gods, (c'mon) step through the temple
Loose joints tremble, a brother said I resemble
The teachings of Jesus they sat down and said teach us
The illest earthly dreams of drama homicide schemes
I said brother mind want cream, but brothers i see green
Of a once warm flesh to arrest their peace
Never release your finger piece to go up in you with no crease
Then a priest overcame one sunlight, and beamed
And blessed on the DNA legacy in me

CHORUS

[Divine Styler]
My teacher teaches the wickedness, out of my swiftness
My mental be kickin' the shit out my physical
Ridiculous duels, and ridiculous deals
Make a brother want to clot some chrome inch steel
My finger on the trigger a destiny for real
I sit in purgatory tryin' to break seven seals
Nine hells deep I see nine of me creep
But divine of me seek to put nine of me to sleep
I exhaust my existence, the pain is persistent
My mind got the quickness, I'm on my own hit-list
I head to gates of warped states and parralellistics

Now if knowledge is the essence of every man
Link him up with his wisdom so they understand
No matter, who ya be set your culture free
Cause' its the final hour time to refine your power
We're all equal, livin' man is God
You can't destroy what I build, cause i'm all of me killed
That's my cypher, my atom is a sphere and a square
Cause I'm here and I'm there from the sea to the air

CHORUS

[Outro: Everlast]
All praise is due to Allah, the most gracious
The most merciful, the most benevolent
Master of the Day of Judgment, keep us all well
Killa Rhyme Klik
Yes man, all praise and glory is due to you
Ah, Divine Styler, Cockni O'Dire, DJ Lethal 'n Everlast
J. Disco, Danny Boy, Frank Fiend
Ah, Killa Rhyme Klik

House of Pain

Everlast was barely of legal drinking age when he released his major label rap debut, Forever Everlasting, as part of Ice-T’s Rhyme Syndicate. Next he teamed with his high school pal Danny “Danny Boy” O'Connor, a hype man and graphic designer, to form the Irish American-centric House Of Pain, backed by Everlast’s longtime DJ, DJ Lethal (who is of Latvian/Russian descent).

“Jump Around” (produced by DJ Muggs) pushed House Of Pain’s debut to multiplatinum status, followed by the crossover rap/rock remix of “Shamrocks & Shenanigans.” After tours with Beastie Boys and Rage Against The Machine, their sophomore album went gold, but the group disbanded by the time their third album dropped.

DJ Lethal joined Limp Bizkit and Everlast went solo, going multiplatinum yet again on the acoustic/rap hybrid, Whitey Ford Sings The Blues. House Of Pain has reformed for festivals and club dates here and there ever since, often performing with Everlast’s backing band.