(Intro)
Yeah, the truth is here now
It's not a game
Priest & Kamachi
Let me walk out and do this
I'ma do this
Yeah!
[Killah Priest]
It's the fall of commercial rap
Contenders heard I'm back
Doors are wide open; time for some murder tracks
Brooklyn, North Philly, all hoodlums walk wit me
This is documentary rap, not Walt Disney
New York City
It's the illest team you've eva seen since Jay & Beans
We are the Nazarenes, from the path of kings
We're like spacecrafts in fitted hats and baggy jeans
Douse the booth up wit gasoline
Grab the steam, the bars hit ya castle and you have to lean
Gun talk, rhymes slide up in my mind like a magazine
Then spray all over my page like an M-16
[Chief Kamachi]
Yo, who's hip-hop's pure'a
Our aura's like a AK, Bible and some Surah's
Priest & Kamachi - prophetic explorers
The duo so spaced out, alien smut bitches adore us
We back to the hood in a kitted up Taurus
The King's here and y'all ain't got nuttin for us
We been anointed, stained glass in a six pointed
Philly, Brooklyn, hard rocks leave your jaws disjointed
If you eva speak blasphemy
I ain't home if the Grim Reaper knocking ask for me
Intelligent Hoodlums, overcome Tragedy
Priest gave the ten-commandments, laid out the path for me to study
Yeah, the truth is here now
It's not a game
Priest & Kamachi
Let me walk out and do this
I'ma do this
Yeah!
[Killah Priest]
It's the fall of commercial rap
Contenders heard I'm back
Doors are wide open; time for some murder tracks
Brooklyn, North Philly, all hoodlums walk wit me
This is documentary rap, not Walt Disney
New York City
It's the illest team you've eva seen since Jay & Beans
We are the Nazarenes, from the path of kings
We're like spacecrafts in fitted hats and baggy jeans
Douse the booth up wit gasoline
Grab the steam, the bars hit ya castle and you have to lean
Gun talk, rhymes slide up in my mind like a magazine
Then spray all over my page like an M-16
[Chief Kamachi]
Yo, who's hip-hop's pure'a
Our aura's like a AK, Bible and some Surah's
Priest & Kamachi - prophetic explorers
The duo so spaced out, alien smut bitches adore us
We back to the hood in a kitted up Taurus
The King's here and y'all ain't got nuttin for us
We been anointed, stained glass in a six pointed
Philly, Brooklyn, hard rocks leave your jaws disjointed
If you eva speak blasphemy
I ain't home if the Grim Reaper knocking ask for me
Intelligent Hoodlums, overcome Tragedy
Priest gave the ten-commandments, laid out the path for me to study
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