[Intro:]
Cry out when the pain is greatest
No Hittite warrior cries out in pain
There?
Yes
It's as I fear Lord commander, your skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife
Is this an Egyptian plot?
To murder our commander at a time where...
At a time when you're planning war on Egypt?
It was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords, I take no interest in your plans, I have no country. Egypt least of all

[Tragedy Khadafi Verse 1:]
Messiah mind, flyer wise [?] reading higher signs
Lobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise
Sublime with a killer strut, modern day King Tut
For all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up
What, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us
In this world you either make motion or your life is stuck
Born inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us
Youngins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch
Yeah, form a deeper lust
No one you can seem to trust
Cold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff
Yeah but I ain't got all the answers
It's a salute when you were dancing
Life is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with
[?] features on my pivot, emperor stances
Khadaf rhyme is highly impeccable advanced with
Dodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras
Salute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us
[Tragedy Khadafi: Chorus:]
Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat
Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me
Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep
Eat it like God [?] be
Harder artistry for the streets
Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat
Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me
Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep
Eat it like God [?] be
Harder artistry for the streets

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
How this dumb motherfucker try say that he God
He light work for me just another day on the job
And them eight-trey gangstas gonna say he a slob
And these guns symbolise God, day that he die
It's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang
Six hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim
It's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light
And the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike
If we ride then the only one that's living is I
And it's bodies everywhere like I live in a chai
I'm really living life homie you just living to die
And my hitters have you whimperin' and visitin' Jah
In other words we just looking to kill
I extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill
His heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest
And it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse
Battiman
[Tragedy Khadafi: Chorus:]
Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat
Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me
Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep
Eat it like God [?] be
Harder artistry for the streets
Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat
Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me
Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep
Eat it like God [?] be
Harder artistry for the streets