Paul Stanley - DJ Muggs, Ill Bill

We got a black president, the aliens will be here soon

Open up your eyes and your ears, here’s the truth

Beyond blind faith we don’t really know what to believe

The meaning behind these old books could be anything

Who the fuck translated these words from Aramaic

To the language spoken in the empire of the hated?

We the children of a lesser God

Make me want to pull an Escobar

And I ain’t fuckin talking ‘bout Nas

I’m serious like a swastika

Or playing Russian roulette, over hard liquor

Or Hamas after bombing a Bar Mitzvah

Or Israel after bombing the Gaza Strip up

It’s constant, it’s tit for tat

Raising our little kids with gats

Throwing gang signs like Bloods and Crips with bandanas on they faces

Sometimes the bandana’s on their brains

This prison planet tries to shackle me in chains every day

Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh

Mullets and bullet belts encourage the best

Entourage of Gods, from Mossads to Qurans

Church Ave. to the Taj Mahal we ride hard

Homie you dealing with professionals that make murder look like suicide

With silencers the size of an ordinary Jewish child

Bazookas made from linoleum tubing

And you stupid to think that 'Lord of War' was only a movie

Depraved enterprise, brain energized seven times

Genocide high-level lies, truth serum identified

Organic mushrooms given to prisoners who don’t trust you

Meanwhile the mass population consumes

I’m in a Catch-22, too smart for my own good

Intergalactical, too smart for my own hood

My X-ray vision see through this tinted image

Wipe the dust off reality’s lens to spit vicious

Molotov monologues at y’all, let’s brawl

Storming through the Valley of the Dolls carrying kronze

Attack like angry extraterrestrials challenging God

Arrive in chariots armed with various cannons and bombs