Damn all your prophets, your convictions
Saying this makes me become the target
Guns are right on our face, so we won't talk
But that's for your mission, the proud holy gangstas

You wanna be god
You wanna see blood
You're gonna be judge of all our actions
You wanna be god
You wanna see blood
That will be the cost of our redemption

Words I could say about your ambitions
Would be like tickets for death penalty
Guns are right on our face, so we won't talk
But that's for your mission, the proud holy army