[Verse 1: Jus Allah]
This ain't rhymes, its evil commands
From the demon you'll see again
When you're asleep in the sands
I'm all action, speak with my hands, crack a tree branch
Allah elevate to the peak of advance
Each line meditates so deep it's a trance
If I told you to hang yourself, you'd leap at the chance
When you hear Jus Allah, it's not a reason to dance
What you see is enhanced, what you believe in expands
This is serious shit, it's the eeriest lift
There's no aim, I just hate whatever I hit
Natural god, master in charge, battle the odds
Never stray far from the path of Allah's
You made up, slapped together and taped up
You fake fucks lay face up or you shape up
Soon as I spit it out, n***as wake up, epiphany
Black wizardry. God lacks mystery. God lags misery
Even if I gotta kill every damn devil in Hell to get to victory

[Verse 2: GZA]
You wanna try me, be worn and torn
Step forward, I'll get on and start to born
A puppet, self explanatory rap
Make a sucker MC like you clap
Your motherfucking hands, while you clap ya sound's intact
You react like an infant responds to Similac
But then again, it could have been Enfamil
But for your information the shit is real
MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just One Nation Under
A Groove, getting down for the fuck of it
Like Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it
When I'm permitted to break down a poem
I'm like knotty hair rippin' out teeth from a comb
[Verse 3: Bomshot]
Slept on bed and nails, swallowing swords with sharp words
Tai Chi Master backflip and break boards
Realm of the unseen explaining the unexplained
Experience Out-of-Body's use levels of higher planes
The Seven Chakras, I'll teach color through sound
Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti and the goals been found
Infrared to ultraviolet burnt pilots to keep skies
Lift the Northern Lights, shine bright to warm mics
The breath of life, Resurrect the death of Christ
Blessed dice, born again to die twice
Through the great vine, I'll turn water to wine
Bow down right here and wash my feet with my tears
For repentance you're trapped in my bars for death sentence
Soon as it's mentioned you realize that this is vengeance

[Verse 4: Snacky Chan]
Yo, yo
It's no illusion
What I showed the Pope confused him
My bread turn the blood as a two communion
Consumed in
Armageddon, see the signs loomin'
Lover get ya killed, leave ya lives ruined
I'm tuned in
To conversations with the gods
It's Chan, GZA from Wu Tang, Bom and Jus Allah (what)
Vengeance, what I'm after
The final chapter
Like a Chinese flick, and you killed my master
One hit from the weed pipe
My guarantee this is the year rappers can't eat right
I speak tight
Slang inspired by street life
And everyone who rhyme can't rap on the beat right
I got every reason to bust cats
On these priest like pussies, grabbin' kids by they nutsacks
I'm crazy
Rap's Genghis Khan
My heron froze the bomb
When injected in ya forearm