Lyrics Heat Of The Moment - Killah Priest

Heat Of The Moment

Stop
It’s time
I’m tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiers
With rare paintings and fine sculptures
They spoke blatant, their nine’s loaded
They put a gat to the back of the blind poet
I want to cry but I try and hold it, one of them notice
Crack me over the skull with a crime motive
They made a toast to my death, I rose to my feet
With the heat close to my flesh
May I say these last words to my enemies passing the Earth?
Laughing at my passion and merge, «Ok, kill me if y’all wanna»
Slay me and never play the corner, cold winters
You’re all goners, tell your mamma call the coroners
You get me, and God gets you, it makes sense, don’t it?
In the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
After the sunshine there’s rain, after the laughter there’s pain
After my chapter there’s flames
After the rapture the master shall reign
Shockwaves blacken the terrain, and man looks strange
Open the book, see I’m king, read my name, and see thy wings
Believe I changed, I went with the horse, slept at the pastor’s door
Heard the whispers through my enemy’s walls
Rode the elevator to the thirteenth floor
Console with Gandhi, since God placed his hands upon me
I rose up commanding the army, demanding my laundry
Talk to monks, holding a pump
Y’all niggas wanna roll, what y’all want?
Shout at Satan, shout at the pagans
Cats waving, one of the brave men;
Priest
In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
I know somewhere my assassins await
Setting traps at my place
Phones tapped, all my actions are traced
I lay back strapped at the waist
Who’s this bitch with a match in my face
I don’t know, «Don't smoke 'em, thank you»
Slipped something in my drink with an ice cube
Nice move, bright jewels, she’s with this white dude
She said «I like you, I’m in the right mood,»
And she comes with a price too, but as the night grew
She saw the black heart, the Archangel Michael
My gats spark vital, her arms show track marks
Close the rival (Priesthood)
In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
In the heat of the moment
Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you
Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you
Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you