Start a war on the poor gettin' mad donations   Takin' cheese out of poor nations   Got Haitians still on sugar plantations   Wiped 'em out called it exotic vacations      As you dig it they set up regulations   Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients   What's the difference no buts ands or ifs   Now I need a place to hide away      Are you ready, are you ready?   Who's the real docs of death   Oh no, it's doctor death      Killer man atomic B-Boys in Japan   Another brother dies up in Sudan   Kevorkian got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em   Dead from the feds shit man      Contaminated in sad predicaments   Blood threats, blastin' continents   Kings, queens dead presidents   Can't tell me where my chiza went      Take 'em down blow the house down blaw   The evils got you wobblin' like weebles   Thinking you equal, killin' lost people's   No sequel remember Biko      Who's the real docs of death   Oh no, it's doctor death      Whose the real docs of death   Killin' millions 'til they're last breath   Got no right to be dead ass wrong   Killin' me softly with your songs      Bring the noise but surrounded by cowboys   Indigenous but wiped out diggin' new ditches   Can you dig it turnin' tricks at the tip of politics?   The devils slick, gettin' their head split      I spit at those hypocrites   So, I sticks to the music   Think about it it's God   You better get with the scene      Keep you and I from being human beings   You deserve what you deserve   If you believe what he believes      And into everything you leave   Oh what a tangled web you weave   When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees   Bringing Satan down to his knees