Secret Rivals Masta Killa (Ft. Killah Priest & Method Man)

[Intro: Killah Priest (Method Man)]
Uh... musical clever
You know what time it is (Ooh-ahh, Meth Tical)
Yeah... what... (Hey, did you turn my mic down
Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..)

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Death come to those who oppose
Knockin' at the door, holding a rose
In plain clothes, when the face ice cold
Lock your windows, still I come in when the wind blows
Come in slow, suddenly your eyes close
Then your body set through your soul, it rose
Turn into a black crow and fly into the internal night
That's when I also take flight
I turn into a great falcon
With mighty wings, when they flap, they move mountains
I leap on your back like a wild fucking monkey
Eyes are bloodshot red with a growling tummy
Beat your fucking back out like a gorilla
When I was tore, I figure my way, out the house of mirrors
I show up to a recording session, with no facial expression
I'm just there like I crept in
Escape through the east gate, return through the west ends
When the sun set, I'm like the westerns beneath the moon light
And the crescent, Priest, I have a stance, that's strong
When I perform, I transform, into a sandstorm
Leaving one third of the land torn
I'm like mice, I react strange
I'm like a terratrans, I react crazy when the weather change
Then the father of a hurricane, handcuff pain
I whip tornadoes with iron chains
I make volcanoes scream out my name
Niggas kill me, trying to escape my wrath
Through death, don't you know, I'm crazy motherfucker
I hold my breath..