Songwriter: 60 Second Assassin Hell Razah Killah Priest Prodigal Sunn

Producer: RZA

[Intro: 60 Second Assassin (RZA) {Hell Razah}]
Here in the first chapter
First, first, first, the last, the last, the last
(And It Was Written)
Here in the first chapter {of life, life, life}

[Chorus 2.25X: Hell Razah]
Life tell lies, death in our face
Every other day we killin' off our own race
Whether drugs, guns, somethin common known
This is the place that we all call home

[60 Second Assassin]
Here in the first chapter, draws attention
Begins all that we've forgotten, sense of smell, then parallel
Wide scale, Putnam Avenue good stopper
Puttin' 'nam on the map A/K/A Putnam Avenue facts
Rugged's incorporated, teflon penetrated
College's still important, that leave ya blood on it
Comin' out of meditation, words become radiation
Anticipatin' any next motivation, fakin' on the federation
Yo, black, who that? Where he at?
Fuck him, I guess I 'ttempt death, settin' it off as a black on black
Even SWAT-men don't swindle as ya fire get put out of his kindle
As the day, break ten nights
Even the knowledge better call on ya odds
Scream from ya lungs, "Allah U Akbar!"
Rap Tai Chi Master, chess player 'til I'm plasma
Your thought get broke down ten years from now
Doin' a matter like I'm on after this has-been
A rap industry master, 60 Second Assass-sinner
When it get down to it, iiiiit lay down more black men after
Now who? What? Challenger, challenges universal balances of analysis
Another level from bein' talented
Travel the world with a gift that shoots like silencers
The fifty-two Glock, Riker's Islander

[RZA (60 Second Assassin)]
Protons-Electrons (silence this)
Always-Cause-Explosions

[Prodigal Sunn]
My occupation on the plantation, survival in the land of psychos
Deluded with men, polluted within, engaged in sin
Sparkin' wars against the veteran, the righteous herbal medicine
And antidotes from Bed-Stuy to Park Slow
Strives, I spoke and wrote, made to condense into smoke
Knowledge these author, holdin' a black Oscar, inhalin' ganja
The here and after, shatterin' bones, copin' the matter
The seventh chapter, a rapture begins, is a disaster
Demolishin' fake advocators, perpetrators
Nigga haters, hydro-chronic blowin' out the generator
There's no need so please son don't proceed
To get yourself broke up, flamed like some trees

[Hell Razah]
I could trap all the people who dare try to release ya meat
Or grievin' in the force, I sieze
Believin' in, by the time, a mystery could fall out the skies
Our necks'll be permanently paralyzed
For lookin' at the camouflaged lies
And we dyin' in Hell, I arrive half dead
But now resurrected, my head connected
To the correct, directions to Heaven
My mind is rejected from hell
But they say our spirit is accepted, to dwell
Inside reality, I take advantage
Destroy y'all, give brain damage
Returnin' heads into an abandoned building
Rich, for the innocent, the ignorant
The rent, come talk to homeless thoughts of an immigrant
To all predators, competitors, united reptiles, et cetera
I be the black threat to America
Disconnectin' the microchip in ya mind
Then replace with dispent knowledge, I represent
With intelligence for evidence, I let the skeleton out the closet
The soul keeper, deeper than meditation, feel my concentration
I demolish heads like the board of education

[Killah Priest]
As it is written.. as it is written
My New Year's resolution, I read the whole book of Huey P. Newton
The only solution is a revolution, the black evolution
Will happen, one-hundred-twenty-fifth in Manhattan
Strappin', I stop the tappin' and cause [?]
I got the Devil tremblin' and rememberin' the time
When you had a fiesta over our dead ancestors
I got a full clip for you Uncle Festers
You best to prepare or beware, I'm bout to hit up the Red Square
Located where? In Russia, plus ya politicians
And ya Christian society, they unwind me with hate
Now I'm ya enemy because I tell you the truth
Or is it because I got proof from wearin' army suits?
Christ is black and I got facts, readin' revelations
I got tons of information, that's why I pack more heat than insulation
Twelve lost tribes of a nation just waitin' for Satan
To make his move, so I could show and prove
So let me hear the war drums a little louder
Let me hear a chord rush, ya holler
No man knoweth the hour, nor the time
But surely it's comin' as it is written, as it is written
As it is written, as it is written, as it is written..

[Hell Razah]
No man knoweth the hour, nor the time
No man knoweth the hour, nor the time
No man knoweth the hour, nor the time
We'll surely be comin, as it is written, as it is written
As it is written

Sunz of Man

Wu-Tang affiliate group consisting of Prodigal Sunn, Hell Razah, 60 Second Assassin, and Killah Priest. The group’s first incarnation also included Shabazz the Disciple, 7th Ambassador and Supreme.