Walk U Thru Maccabeez (Ft. Hot Flames)

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Dreddy Kruger.... yeah Maccabeez
Do that nigga... feel me...
Timbuktu... Killah Priest a/k/a Michael
Priesthood, Maccabeez, Hell Razah

[Killah Priest]
Yo, clothes, the wife, the hoes, the ice
The flow that's tight, see, I choose this life
Then I sold the rights, back to the owner's price
The crows and fight, to the coldest night, feel the cobras bite
I'm wrapped in sheets, where Arabs meet
Starving, see a bowl of rice, I reach down and grab it
Come up with a hand full of maggots
Mixed with bitter herbs, I chewed it, spewed it
Out my mouth came the living word
For every nigga that heard, may I observe and do
Just imagine if I was you
I fight, firy dragons and bears or two
I arm wrestle the devil over five boroughs
Wore a crown of thorns, and you wonder why I'm gone
Hello... yo, a warm gun in my palms, on a passover night
My niggas see the same vision, we grip our gats kinda tight
One dog says a sign, one of my other dogs says it's just a state of mind
That's when I gain my mind, only play with my kind
Maccabeez, dashikis and gats and beeds
We on some other shit, the Ghetto Government
Protect the ark of the covenant, yo
We on some other shit, fuck you fucking republicans