| Yeah, it’s Killah Priest right here, The RZA
|
| You gotta go in on 'em, youknowhatimean
|
| It’s been a long time, a long time coming, play games with him, yo
|
| It’s going on, I’mma go, ight
|
| I spit dope, a triple mean, mixed with Listerine, in my sixteen
|
| Kill rappers pon contact, rap combat
|
| I drop lyrical bombs at, my palms crack
|
| Microphone tribal stone, long gats, bullets get thrown
|
| Tear up your flesh, break your bones apart, complicate your heart
|
| Flatten your arteries, put your brain in a park
|
| It’s hard to breathe, arguably, my niggas glide on the arc
|
| Lyrically, rearrange your face, banana clip for my apes
|
| Nahimean, you know what this is, it’s Priest and the RZA
|
| Ugh, yeah, yeah, we been doing this for a long time
|
| Yo, Wu-Tang, Sunz of Man, we gonna go all the way in
|
| Black heavens, a palace with bulging walls, that push the paintings awkward
|
| Above the broken floors, Roman war
|
| Iron fingers, look, I just broke his jaw
|
| Bodies lay like dolls, coming from the great fog like Greyskull
|
| From a graveyard, through cave walls
|
| Check out the cover, it’s that Malachi Z. York? |
| Nope, that’s just warped
|
| With a psychic mind and deep thought
|
| From a palace or a shrine with street talk, ready to blow heat off
|
| From other worlds, balance on a see saw
|
| No one’s rougher, hang with Goliath brothers, snatch a table cloth
|
| From the last supper, wrapped around my dome
|
| Just grab the microphone, and spit the bible through poems, I’m in my zone
|
| Youknowhatimean, you know what’s going on
|
| Priest and the RZA, RZA and the Priest
|
| Youknowhatimean, Psychic World, let’s go
|
| I’m like King David, wings waving, psalms in my mouth
|
| Armed in my trials, with gauges
|
| Holy orbs been doused, I’m royal from the 8th house, great bout
|
| Seven churches, seven virgins, seven spirits, seven lurking
|
| Seven stare, seven lamps, seven prayers, seven seals
|
| Seven ant, seven horns, seven angels, seven trumpets, I crack you like the dawn
|
| I break day over your head, pray for the dead, golden veil, chosen hell |