[ VERSE 1: Keith Nut ]
   Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice
   I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin men to mice
   Breakin the law, city urban tower without a four
   Bringin the raw homicidal lyrics that clear the floor
   Niggas thought they seen the last of this
   Project poet assassinist
   Whose status is never havin to clappin clips
   Have to black-on-black some shit, attractive accentes
   Life luxury ??? crackin it
   Runnin with drugs and dealers
   Thugs and killers, slugs in villas
   Black gorillas and million dollar billers
   Microphone nemesis, murder affiliate
   Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the premises
   Poetically mugged, pedigree's incredibly
   Movin steadily, thoroughly
   Clippin you somethin terribly
   Keith Nut, one of the last to go
   One of the last to flow
   One of the last niggas to blow
  
   [ CHORUS: Armageaddon ]
  
   Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad)
   Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (Keith Nut)
   Now who them niggas that be roamin the town
   Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down
   Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad)
   Now who them niggas that be payin dues? ('Geaddon)
   Now who them niggas that be roamin the town
   Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down
  
   [ VERSE 2: Armageaddon ]
   I'm here to reclaim my respect
   Reppin the set that be bangin my chest
   T.S., the God's medaillon, tombstone and begets
   Alone and wet I blow my own Tec
   Ever had beef with 'Geadd and hold no regrets
   Then you was no threath
   I go to Death blessed with God's heed
   And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee
   And my plot's greed, my theme's murder
   My climax is when the heat from the burner
   Blast me the wings to go further
   Nigga, the century's turnin and I went out of patience
   You think you har$, that .44 blast, it clouds your concentration
   Again, think about it, before my gun hollers
   And kill everything around em even if you bought the album
   Enforce the power with guns, dollars and politics
   Start a baby apocalypse when my .44 ??? spit
   Pops in and out your skin, breakin through sound and wind
   Piercin the meat and [edited] back out again
  
   [ CHORUS ]
  
   [ VERSE 3: Keith Nut ]
   Next nigga treason's gonna meet the demons
   Left for his mama grievin
   When I squeeze the Desert Eag' and cease his breathin
   Wreck your set, make the average rapper wish for death
   Clap him at the chest, bless him with the Wesson, hope you got your vest
   Keith's the last to test, the last to gasp for breath
   Send you on a crash course to death when I blast the Tec
   Terror faculty known for fillin cavities gradually
   Stackin g's, sippin D'Acquerys, livin happily rapidly
  
   [ VERSE 3: Armageaddon ]
   I don't give a fuck, all I could do with my life was pitch my luck
   Act sheist when they look at us, that's the price when you cruise a truck
   And I'd advise you to analyze us, find out who you can trust
   Rival me plus memorize the eyes of the dudes you bust
   You never know when it's over, rise up out of the tomb and dust
   The movin slug was smoothly touched before you recognized who he was
   And I recognize ??? for doin the shit that stupid does
   My cats gon' shoot them slug, send them things right through yo mug
  
   [ CHORUS ]