[Intro: Cyco & The Joker (Jack Nicholson)]
Tell me something, my friend. You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Raise the motherfucking devil (Fucking devil)
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
It's time to wake up and smell the coffee (Smell the coffee)
As I drop the shit like this (As I drop the shit like this)

[Verse 1: Cyco]
Welcome to the lair of the beast
How can you trust a priest when he's corrupt like the police? (Police)
Yo, planet Earth is now planet hell
And every soul that's walking is damned by a crooked man (Crooked man)
That's why I call myself Cyco
If I wasn't rapping I'd be carrying an AK assault rifle
And straight picking off crooked cops
And while I'm on the subject, let's go into depth and take a look at cops (Look at cops)
The cities biggest gang glorified on a television show
And what they show is straight bullshit, yo (Bullshit, yo)
'Cause what I know, in upper-class neighborhoods they just roll up
To Winchell's Donuts to grab donuts, shit (Donuts, shit)
But in the hood they just patrol
Straight gapping up n***as, putting they ass in fucked up chokeholds
And they'll leave a n***a crippled
They're just a badge and a [lilac?] letter of the alphabet tripled (KKK)
This shit is fucked to where a n***a must leave
That's why we're out shooting cops, call it pig blood blues (Blues)
Here is the news, I just laid the civil
Dig their graves, 'cause you just raised the devil
[Chorus 1: Teleprompter & Cyco]
The possession of ones mind by the devil
Uh (Uh)
The possession of ones mind by the devil (devil), uh (Uh)
Yeah
The possession of ones mind by the devil (By the devil)
Uh
The possession of ones mind by the devil (Ones mind by the devil, by the devil, by the devil, by the devil, by the devil)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Cyco]
Am I the antichrist, or am I anti-right?
Leaving ya catatonic, they say my rhymes are demonic
My murderous rhymes I keep polishing
You know the overall effect is astonishing (Astonishing)
Black ouija board killer from the streets of Los Angeles
My mind is like a pentagram with candles lit (Candles lit)
I ain't sugarcoating shit
I see you'll have to get out or else you're dead meat in the slaughterhouse (Slaughterhouse)
'Cause last night I heard a blast
Saw a n***a flee from the scene with a nine and a murder mask
And one time took her time as the n***as body shook in the puddle of blood from the bullet slug (Bullet slug)
And all I see is n***as killing n***as over rims and cars, money, drugs and stupid bitches (And stupid bitches)
And fucking up at a movie theater one weekend on the eve of a Rodney King beating (Of a Rodney King beating)
I'm seeing redrum when I ride
N***as being eighty-sixed, call it genocide (Genocide)
And I'm living in it
Since they know n***as killing each other so the system don't give a shit
So I can't really blame a n***a for tryna get his hustle on by putting a chrome to a fools dome (Fools dome)
'Cause I can't see myself going to college to get a Ph.D. and wind up working at Mickey Ds (Mickey Ds)
So I might squeeze a light sucker
Take a nine and start jacking white motherfuckers
But see I know my consequences, I'll get gaveled up in a second
Thrown in a motherfucking holding cell butt-neked (Butt-neked)
And waiting for the outcome
The verdict's guilty, you know this n***a got hung (Got hung)
And this is The Land of Opportunity
But what I know is that a big dick is screwing me
This is for the n***as making n***as taste the metal
Wake the fuck up, 'cause you're raising the devil
[Chorus 2: Father Lankester Merrin & Cyco]
May the power of Christ compel you
Uh (Uh)
May the power of Christ compel you
Yeah, (yeah) uh (Uh)
May the power of Christ
Uh (Uh, uh)

[Outro: Cyco]
Everybody better wake the fuck up. This is 1992. Shit ain't getting no better. We all raising the motherfucking devil. Insane Poetry is definitely in this motherfucker bringing you the Grim Reality. You better step North, step South, step East or West. No matter where you step, you better watch your motherfucking back. Do the shit that's right. And I'm outtie on a five-thousand tip