Night Hawk Killah Priest

[Killah Priest]
Emcees will have nightmares about the God right here
Flights of stairs runnin' recurrin', he's comin'
Concussions, concumptions, combustions
Your head bussin', lead clutchin'
You're dead fucka, I got the bread to cover
I'll have an emcee morgue
Step inside the fog
Many died tryna understand my dialogue
Side parks, write a blog
I'll be oblige to applaude wit the machine gun for fun
Priest the Alfred Hitchcock of Hip-Hop
Since BIG-Pac, I'm the big shot
Stamina for Pamela or Kid Rock
Empty clips out on ya plot
Lift the Glock, rob you and yours for your wrist watch
Peoples rock Eight-off jackets
Sawed-off ratchets, haul y'all in caskets
Shout out to Adolf the assassin
You maggots, rock wit a Messiah faction
Holy of Holies is up next
Rim on deck, my pen put y'all to death
But this will be more spiritual then somethin' lyrical

(Hook) 2x
Niggas talk and run their mouth till the Hawk come out
Let me show you what New York's about
Let me show you what Brooklyn's about
Let me show you why this hook's in ya mouth
Keep fuckin', I'ma do somethin'