Prophets of Doom

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
East 53rd Force, duke of Farragut
Grandpa's from Uruguay on some Spanish shit
Skinny mustache, villain cold chillin'
Play Mister Rogers' Neighborhood with a few women
Lived a block away 'til he got a heart attack
I was young but old enough to know he's not coming back
My first experience with death, ambulance was late, he died waiting on his front steps
And that's how I lost my first BFF
The Grim Reaper been creeping around here ever since
I learned at a very young age that everything could just change in one day
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen
Young shooters running up to dump a bullet in the system
No justice, no peace, we at war with the beast
Feed 'em to death 'til everyone of y'all are deceased
Generation X, my teachers all talk to the beat
Rescuing my intellect from the jaws of defeat
Listen

[Chorus: ILL BILL]
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen

[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]
My grandpa died young, was part of the 28 Club
His bartender married my grams
My father then ran to the street, a story I couldn't make up
Went from Sinaloa to LA, the city of kings
They say you can't stop or run from death but really you can
First off, move out from where the killers go ham
They let off and shootout when they push kilos to grams
They will put you in the fetal if they need to for the fam
Fuck your plans for tomorrow, fuck your plans for today
What you think is gonna happen, right now can go away
Everybody gotta pay back for buying today
Used to hold us over the moment that they late
Y'all really think that odds are something you play
Gamble with your life, one day you won't get away
Promise you there's no time to shoot, flowers when they homage you
Only if you honor your hermano, then the climate's cool
Shit, clean your mess up, you got time, there's no pressing on rewind
Get that stress up out your mind right now
La Muerte on the prowl, don't know where, don't know how but we all go out

[Chorus: ILL BILL]
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen
We could be one minute or a second away
From the very last breath that we take
Fill these lungs in my chest with that medical cake
And get baked a whole lifetime ago, this seem like yesterday, listen

[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
I got stories but they want bars
They want to see behind the curtain like The Wizard of Oz
Well I got a vice against the enemies to your cause
But you might have to hear Allam fracture Allah
I don't wish 'em bad but I don't wish 'em no good
Like I hope your car never break down in my hood
It's gentrified now so you will be fine
But people get murdered in nice places all of the time
And everybody knows that 'cause they finished my line
And these motherfuckers don't even rhyme
Shout to the people that were shot from behind
It feels different when you finish the climb
At the top when you pick the knives out of your spine
You appreciate the lesson and the design
And you thank the ancestors and the divine
And you survive and continue to shine
I'm not gon' tell you how much time you have left
I'ma just tell you the clock is ticking
So appreciate what the fuck you have
'Cause pretty soon you ain't gon' have
Get the fuck ready