When I come, I know you'll feel some pain on your brain

But I'll keep going 'til your brain's numb

Layin' down the kind of path that's dark and stormy

Hell will be raised 'til the next fucking morning

A brand new day is dawning

But you better bet this ain't a threat, it's another warning

Take your chances and listen, maybe you'll be saved

If not, then Mastamind dances on your grave

Dearly beloved we're gathered here for the simple reason

To mark and spark, to start off Hellraising season

You never knew a brother that could do it like I do

Suddenly here I come, laying rules to abide to

Diss if you will, but still chill out

I would hate to just ill out and yank the 9-mil out

Instead I'll hit you with the artillery of poetry

Isn't the writing form the way it's supposed to be

Protect that ass 'cause I just might graze ya'

It's '92 fool, the year of the Hellraiser

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Stop in your tracks or better yet step back

I told you before "don't tamper with a maniac!"

People in the place, let your ears get a little taste

I'm doin' it to you in a mellow pace

All your disbeliefs and doubts, shall be erased

Before I lift the mic I say grace

I'm the one totally fuckin' your world up

And as a Hellraiser, not persuading your girl to fuck

And fading your sound system, ducking with rhythm

What I give them is some incredibly cool type wisdom

I feel I'm here to do one thing, amaze ya

And ya know it, the Hellraiser

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

With the strength of a God I'm standin' strong

As the journey continues on, suckers won't last long

You're in my path, now get the fuck out

Do you really want a bloodbath, that's something I doubt

Ride with me if you can, people

I know this style scares ya, so fear no evil

As always I'm bringing to you those better days

And I'm making the goods on a packed stage

The capital M-A-S-T-E-R-M-I-N-D

Expressing whatever I feel and thoughts that I've within me

But damn just look at what '92 brung

You're being stung by a dangerous Young Gun

Living my life, making a statement

Sharp as a knife, slayin' and layin' down the pavement

It ain't over 'til the rapper man sings

Keepin' control of things, stayin' in the flow of things

Remember, Mastamind your poem maker

A to the K-A, the Hellraiser

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)

Hellraiser (Yo, we got to do something about that, man!)