[Intro]
Yeah, it's Killah Priest right here, The RZA
You gotta go in on 'em, youknowhatimean
It's been a long time, a long time coming, play games with him, yo
It's going on, I'mma go, ight
[Verse 1]
I spit dope, a triple mean, mixed with Listerine, in my sixteen
Kill rappers pon contact, rap combat
I drop lyrical bombs at, my palms crack
Microphone tribal stone, long gats, bullets get thrown
Tear up your flesh, break your bones apart, complicate your heart
Flatten your arteries, put your brain in a park
It's hard to breathe, arguably, my niggas glide on the arc
Lyrically, rearrange your face, banana clip for my apes
[Interlude]
Nahimean, you know what this is, it's Priest and the RZA
Ugh, yeah, yeah, we been doing this for a long time
Yo, Wu-Tang, Sunz of Man, we gonna go all the way in
[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
Black heavens, a palace with bulging walls that push the paintings awkward
Above the broken floors, Roman war
Iron fingers, look, I just broke his jaw
Bodies lay like dolls, coming from the great fog like Greyskull
From a graveyard, through cave walls
Check out the cover, it's that Malachi Z. York? Nope, that's just warped
With a psychic mind and deep thought
From a palace or a shrine with street talk, ready to blow heat off
From other worlds, balance on a see saw
No one's rougher, hang with Goliath brothers
Snatch a table cloth from the Last Supper, wrapped around my dome
Just grab the microphone, and spit the bible through poems, I'm in my zone
Yeah, it's Killah Priest right here, The RZA
You gotta go in on 'em, youknowhatimean
It's been a long time, a long time coming, play games with him, yo
It's going on, I'mma go, ight
[Verse 1]
I spit dope, a triple mean, mixed with Listerine, in my sixteen
Kill rappers pon contact, rap combat
I drop lyrical bombs at, my palms crack
Microphone tribal stone, long gats, bullets get thrown
Tear up your flesh, break your bones apart, complicate your heart
Flatten your arteries, put your brain in a park
It's hard to breathe, arguably, my niggas glide on the arc
Lyrically, rearrange your face, banana clip for my apes
[Interlude]
Nahimean, you know what this is, it's Priest and the RZA
Ugh, yeah, yeah, we been doing this for a long time
Yo, Wu-Tang, Sunz of Man, we gonna go all the way in
[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
Black heavens, a palace with bulging walls that push the paintings awkward
Above the broken floors, Roman war
Iron fingers, look, I just broke his jaw
Bodies lay like dolls, coming from the great fog like Greyskull
From a graveyard, through cave walls
Check out the cover, it's that Malachi Z. York? Nope, that's just warped
With a psychic mind and deep thought
From a palace or a shrine with street talk, ready to blow heat off
From other worlds, balance on a see saw
No one's rougher, hang with Goliath brothers
Snatch a table cloth from the Last Supper, wrapped around my dome
Just grab the microphone, and spit the bible through poems, I'm in my zone
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