Galaxy Of Kingz Killah Priest & Vendetta Kingz

(Sample)
I have to admit you're pretty good
Alright if you beat me in a fair fight
Then you can -- walk out of here a free man

Heh, your mind was made up when you came here
So why don't you get on with it

[Killah Priest]
Focus, the spoken legacy
Broken letters read P R I E S T - E S P, telepathy
The weaponry is not a matter
It's beyond what the human mind could fathom
Gather galactic tactics, the atlas list shift backwards
Drifts into this blackness, or whiteness
Or sheer bliss from his pure lips
Hammering the mic like a kiss of marriage
Average rappers stand far back
As I take y'all where Mar's at
Where Quasars and stars collapse
Implode into a black hole, my rap flow's like the Jordan
Twelve Tribe vibe, my mic recording, lights in the orbits
Turn the sky bright orange, mic's cordless
Cause if it had a wire, a massive fire that burned down the booth
I spit enough truth to turn around the youth
Wisdom in my mind like its sound proof
Three windows in my face, God crown on my roof
Fresh cut every weekend, we're in Cali speaking
Priest the Reverend, the Deacon, the street, the meeting