Countdown Armageddon..

[Canibus]
Category 5 storm shake like the Pentagon
He opened his palm showed me the pentagram
In his left hand and folded his arms
He threatened the living dead with more bombs, plague, famine and war
Asylum of songs, water spout columns, lightning rods
Wars fought in the fog from afar on radar
The eyes of Satan, false prophets translate God
All day long, but translate wrong
Continental plates transform, population forced into safe parts
Language is lost, humanity abandons they hearts
Insanity challenges mortality and rational thought
I follow thе occasional flash in the dark, back to the arch
And crossover to a crumblеd New York, you mumble and talk
It's your fault, you fumbled the motherfucking ball
I bet you had to spell check Melchizedek
They warriors to the bone, they got bones to pick
The armory sick, 50 cal 5 5 6 7 6 2
Rails and grips, everything fits
I'ma ride with the giant
Killah Priest from Maccabeez province, he will rule over the horizon
For you peasants proselytizing about my remarkable timing
The HRSMN will ride again
Water sources become toxic from mortars and rockets
The conscience come home in boxes, the unconscious recorded to watch it
Mineral conflicts and industrial profits
The Final Hour is upon us
[Canibus]
The morgue is buried underneath a mountain of corpses
We set fire to them with torches, gargoyles vs the HRSMN
Riviera Regime reinforcements
Cordless joysticks UAVs acquired the target
Launch it, the killers confirm standing by for more orders
The Final Hour is upon us
The Final Hour is upon us
The Final Hour is upon us