[Intro: (child) Killah Priest]
(One two, one two)
No doubt
(The microphone's on)
Cross my heart, hope to die, word is bond
(I've been waiting along time for this)
Here we go, Killah Priest, '97, '98
Y'all know somethin'?
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
It's the Byzantine king, supreme
All kneel kiss the ring into a Elohim
I blow steam from the families of the Maccabees
Smack emcees, watch 'em scream, "Your Majesty!"
Make 'em suffer the capacity of tragedy
Hold the crowd down like gravity
Back the fuck off, stop grabbin' me, hands off me
Niggas start to bore me, I'm gettin' sleepy, I need some coffee
Me and my Wu-bandits, we bury niggas deep in the canvas
Body bandage like some mummies
You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album hesitated
Scream the name out, "Killah Priest!"
I leave the blood spilling in the streets
I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville
The seven shields on windmills across the killin' fields
Never forget it, tell them rap critics
I speak in arithmetics, so they can never get it
I'm too scientific, lyrics explicit
I roll with thirsty niggas, thieves and killers
Tigers, gorillas, faces like Godzilla
We stomp rappers that smile like a car dealer
The God iller, cross my heart hope to die
We multiply, by the hundreds, drunken by the thousand
See me outside your show browsin', beating up your soundmen
Player haters and players, we give 'em cold stares
Any last prayers?
(One two, one two)
No doubt
(The microphone's on)
Cross my heart, hope to die, word is bond
(I've been waiting along time for this)
Here we go, Killah Priest, '97, '98
Y'all know somethin'?
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
It's the Byzantine king, supreme
All kneel kiss the ring into a Elohim
I blow steam from the families of the Maccabees
Smack emcees, watch 'em scream, "Your Majesty!"
Make 'em suffer the capacity of tragedy
Hold the crowd down like gravity
Back the fuck off, stop grabbin' me, hands off me
Niggas start to bore me, I'm gettin' sleepy, I need some coffee
Me and my Wu-bandits, we bury niggas deep in the canvas
Body bandage like some mummies
You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album hesitated
Scream the name out, "Killah Priest!"
I leave the blood spilling in the streets
I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville
The seven shields on windmills across the killin' fields
Never forget it, tell them rap critics
I speak in arithmetics, so they can never get it
I'm too scientific, lyrics explicit
I roll with thirsty niggas, thieves and killers
Tigers, gorillas, faces like Godzilla
We stomp rappers that smile like a car dealer
The God iller, cross my heart hope to die
We multiply, by the hundreds, drunken by the thousand
See me outside your show browsin', beating up your soundmen
Player haters and players, we give 'em cold stares
Any last prayers?
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