[Intro: Method Man] Shout out to Morocco, what's going down? This your boy, Meth, Mr. that is Capital M, capital E, capital F I'm here to speak upon things, one of your hometown favorites My boy Cilvaringz, doing big things upon this We gon' make it pop like this Ya'll wanna see what time it izzy Man, this is in the name of Allah RZA, Shabazz the Disciple, Masta Killa Killah Priest, your boy John-John Blazini Let's do it [Masta Killa:] Listen, the wise elder spoke, write as I quote Then open the seal, and reveal these things That will come to pass, if you can last through the storm Man will be tested in all forms Then flesh will be beaten until submission Forgiveness has been given to spare your life Still your eyes glaze when you greet my wife Sinful thinking, it's strong wine and drinking Lead to the destruction of such men as Samson The grace period given for those who will repent Those other than righteous, Masta Killa will send And time is at hand, as I walk the land From the U.K., back to the streets of B.K. Given sight beyond sight, to write the unseen No amount of treasure can measure the gift given To speak the unspoken, it's the chosen [Killah Priest:] I need one cup of Dracula's blood, two virgins Dressed in all black, to start my sermon One heart of a merchant, one teeth of a priest The head of a monk, mixed in a bowl, with the 9/11 souls I see him in the sign as the reverend was told I read the scroll, but I'm still blindfold Wait, I need more ingredients, so I look for the seeds of disobedience Chop off the foot of Bush, throw him in the pot, let him cook To every word I jot in this book, I pray the FBI's overlook The recipe for America's destiny Tech will squeeze, after dragging, I stab him in the abdomen Free the Palestinians, free the Africans Free humanity from the insanity, our planet bleeds Mission cycles of symbols and idols Our skin put Bibles, Qu' Ran, been through temples to old mosque Stepping through the Garden of Eden where the revengeful angels throw rods Oh God, save us from the outrageous Pagans, I spray guns, til the barrel's empty I'm like Moses to Pharaoh's envy, turn of the century Burning in misery, think... [Chorus x2: Shabazz the Disciple] In the, name of Allah, who we give thanks and praises They turn us from the wages, watch over your saviors He gave us life, made us upright and raised us He wrote the book, we live according to your pages [Killah Priest:] When the holy father spit, you see the bottomless pit Demons rise out, Shabazz close the door, this God's house [Salah Edin praying] [RZA:] Titanium fangs, skull nearly mammal At the holy city of Mecca, on the back of a talking camel Great fan of Colon, crazy ammo get blown Wherever I sit son, that is my throne I'm the reason why time started, I be the kind hearted Trying to bust me, you aiming at a blind target Designed with a sublime for the vintage I control the whole, don't deal with no percentage Even with a 3.5 mil deposit Your life is still illusive like a CGI composite Where your mind and your body discombobulate Need to regenerate, let your mental seed ovulate For nine months, in the womb of my wisdom You may find a program to descramble the system And cause a glitch, whether bright day or black pitch We strive to build homes, and stack chips From the ice of Alaska, to the heat of Calabasas We over through the master, he build our own castle Remove the impostor, take it up an octave As my vibe continues to energize your shocking Out of Allah mercy, I speak these verses To help bring the truth from beneath the surface To help get the proof, from beneath the churches Defeat Shaitan (arabic, Satan), and complete the circle [Cilvaringz:] I move with a strike of elegance Like Saladin on a horse, backed by saracens Where flowers open and my past and unruled is downhill But see, I'm quick to the back The fate for the house of Mecca, the stone of Abraham My word alone will enslave a man Deeply to the sword of Islam, though he resides with his mom In the Pagan land, the shit's calm Praying to the cross of Christ, what is right But the Qu' Ran claims Christ never lost his life To the crucified punishment of Roman justice And that's why the Bible cannot be trusted [Chorus x2] [Salah Edin praying] [Outro: Shabazz the Disciple (Masta Killa)] What up Prince Rakeem, Masta Killa, Cilvaringz John Blaze, S.T.D., in the name of Allah (Yo, yo, one-two, one-two, turn my mic up a little bit Turn the headphones up just a little bit Turn the frequency up a little, yo...)