[Intro: 60 Second Assassin (RZA) {Hell Razah}]
Here in the first chapter
First, first, first, the last, the last, the last
(And It Was Written)
Here in the first chapter {of life, life, life}

[Chorus 2.25X: Hell Razah]
Life tell lies, death in our face
Every other day we killin' off our own race
Whether drugs, guns, somethin common known
This is the place that we all call home

[60 Second Assassin]
Here in the first chapter, draws attention
Begins all that we've forgotten, sense of smell, then parallel
Wide scale, Franklin Avenue [?] stopper
Puttin' 'nam on the map a.k.a. Putnam Avenue facts
Rugged's incorporated, teflon penetrated
[?], that leave ya blood on it
Comin' out of meditation, words become radiation
Anticipatin' any next motivation, fakin' on the federation
Yo, black, who that? Where he at?
Fuck him, I guess a tit for a tat, settin' it off as a black on black
Even SWAT-men don't swindle as ya fire get put out of its kindle
As the day, break ten nights
Even the knowledge better call on ya heart
Scream from ya lungs, "Allahu Akbar!"
Rap Tai Chi Master, chess player 'til my plasma
Your thought get broke down ten years from now
Doin' a matter like I'm on after this has-been
A rap industry master, 60 Second Assassin
When I get right down to it, iiiiit lay more black than Africa
Now who? What? Challenger, challenges universal balances of analysis
Another level from bein' talented
Travel the world with a gift that shoots like silencers
The fifty-two Glock, Riker's Islander
[RZA (60 Second Assassin)]
Protons-Electrons (silence this)
Always-Cause-Explosions

[Prodigal Sunn]
My occupation on the plantation, survival in the land of psychos
Deluded with men, polluted within, engage in sin
Sparkin' wars against the veteran, the righteous herbal medicine
And antidote from Bed-Stuy to Park Slow
Strives, I spoke and wrote, made to condense into smoke
Knowledge these authors, holdin' a black [?], inhalin' ganja
The here and after, shatter bones, combin' the matter
The seventh chapter of rapture begins, is a disaster
Demolishin' fake advocators, perpetrators
N***a haters, hydro-chronics blowin' out the generator
There's no need to bleed so don't proceed
To get yourself broke up, flamed like some trees

[Hell Razah]
I could trap all the people who dare try to religion me
Of breathin in the false, our seeds
Believin' in, by the time, a mystery could fall out the skies
Our necks'll be permanently paralyzed
For lookin' at the camouflaged lies
And we dyin' in Hell, I arrive half dead
But now resurrected, my head connected
To the correct, directions to Heaven
My mind is rejected from hell
But they say our spirit is accepted, to dwell
Inside reality, I take advantage
Destroy y'all, give brain damage
Returnin' heads into an abandoned building
Bricks, for the innocent, the ignorant
Come to talk to homeless thoughts off a immigrant
To all predators, competitors, united reptiles, et cetera
I be the black threat to America
Disconnectin' the microchip in ya mind
Then replace the disparate knowledge, I represent
With intelligence for evidence, I let the skeleton out the closet
The soul keeper, deeper than meditation, feel my concentration
I demolish heads like the board of education
[Killah Priest]
As it is written.. as it is written
My New Year's resolution, I read the whole book of Huey P. Newton
The only solution is a revolution, the black evolution
Will happen, one-hundred-twenty-fifth in Manhattan
I'm strappin', I stop the tappin' and [?]
I got the Devil tremblin' and rememberin' the time
When you had a fiesta over our dead ancestors
I got a full clip for you Uncle Festers
You best to prepare or beware, I'm bout to hit up the Red Square
Located where? In Russia, plus ya politicians
And ya Christian society, they unwind me with hate
Now I'm ya enemy because I tell you the truth
Or is it because I got proof, or wear a army suits?
Christ is black and I got facts, readin' revelations
I got tons of information, that's why I pack more heat than insulation
Twelve lost tribes of a nation just waitin' for Satan
To make his move, so I could show and prove
So let me hear the war drums a little louder
Let me hear a chord rush, ya holler
No man knoweth the hour, nor the time
But surely it's comin' as it is written, as it is written
As it is written, as it is written, as it is written..

[Hell Razah]
No man knoweth the hour, nor the time
No man knoweth the hour, nor the time
No man knoweth the hour, nor the time
But surely it be comin', as it is written, as it is written
As it is written