[Killah Priest]
It's the Byzantine king, supreme
All kneel kiss the ring into a Elohim
I blow steam from the families of the Macabees
Smack emcees, watch 'em scream, "Your Majesty!"
Make them suffer the capacity of tragedy
Hold the crowd down like gravity
Back the [bad word] off, stop grabbing me, hands off me
Niggas start to bore me, I'm getting sleepy, I need some coffee
Me and my Wu-bandits
We bury niggas deep in the canvas, body bandage
Like some mummies, you [bad word] 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 killing fields
Never forget it, tell them rap critics
I speak in arithmics
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 and smile like a card dealer
We got iller, cross my heart and hope to die
We multiply, by the hundreds [bad word] by the thousand, see me outside your show browsing
Beating up your soundmen
Player haters and players, we give 'em cold stares
Any last prayers?