| Yeah |
| Killah Priest |
| Iron Shiek comin back |
| Ready to attack |
| Freestyle |
| You know my energy get real hype in me |
| Yo |
| Move out my fuckin way boy you gonna get sliced |
| I seek revenge upon the earth like Christ |
| A mind is not called a rapture |
| It’s more like a rap tour |
| Where niggas get cornered with a cracked jaw |
| I divide niggas like religion |
| End at abandonin' shit, tellin' mad lies to your vision |
| Burnin' me is invain and imaginary |
| You must be insane and fuckin' with mad theories |
| All niggas gash you, thoughts could match this |
| Got burnt, and return to mothafuckin' ashes |
| Your show is weak and your dead body corpses |
| My rap slew the youth like death and divorces |
| Now take em through the chamber, watch 'em feel the danger |
| Of a guillotine, this is how I kill a team |
| Don’t scream bitch, have you ever seen an iller dream? |
| A nightmare, causin' you a slight fear |
| Come the omens 'til you fallin' through your right ear |
| Your eyes bubble, but there lies trouble ahead |
| Niggas are dead, you better cry double |
| Comin' it’s that ill ass rapper with that sick ass |
| laughter (ha, ha, ha, ha) |
| You cannot escape the chapter |
| Once you try, then you feel the hooks |
| After you die, that’s when I conceal the books |
| Conceal the books, conceal the books |
| Overlook, conceal the books |
| It’s you and I, conceal the books |
| And I’m out |
| KP the all mighty, the icon |
| Yea, it’s that revived, revived, hip-hop |
| Gritty, this is real hip-hop |
| Untouchable, one love |