Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If You Don't Know, artist - Killah Priest. Album song Heavy Mental, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопIf You Don't Know |
| Killah Priest… King Masada |
| Landed on a sick canvas |
| Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged |
| Insane, preachin God’s commandment, feel me |
| I move through the dark regions, and won’t stop |
| 'til we even, until you bleedin, until you stop breathin |
| Givin careers a severe beatin for emceeing |
| It’s something that I don’t take lightly |
| How the fuck you ever invite me to a duel? |
| I drool before I break fool, then I drag MC’s |
| Beat em down to they knees, grab your necks and squeeze |
| Till there’s no life left, they lifeless |
| Then micless, what a crisis |
| I give them a good night’s rest |
| I break they biceps, and triceps, thighs and necks |
| Breast area is the best area |
| Before I bury ya, I make sure that you never ever, ever, ever try that shit no |
| more |
| KnowhatI’msayin? |
| (Word is bond!) |
| Your ambition put you in that fucked up condition |
| Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction |
| Now you in a state of non-fiction |
| Make you beg for mercy if you ever approach me |
| I blow your head off when I talk, chop off your arms |
| And bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin |
| For a dead-end, stop your sweatin |
| Like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin |
| Snuck up on you at your wedding, at your honeymoon |
| Turn that shit into doom |
| Turn your rap cassettes into your fucking caskets |
| You God damn bastards |
| Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid |
| I’m complete analyzer of your entire eye |
| Gave you no time to crawl, so walk on by |
| I’m the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie |
| The good to your bye; |
| your question to your why? |
| The wing to your fly, low to your high |
| The Dirt Dog, I be the God; |
| the tear to your cry |
| I drop in it, cleanse the Earth’s |
| My place to birth strong, gave me the eye |
| The fatal brave to grave, the ceremonies from religious cults half man and half |
| goat |
| Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes |
| We followed goats, our nose and hella smoke |
| Fire breathin dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern |
| To the see the future through the crystal ball |
| The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall |
| Offense see the coffin often |
| I fell at the doorstop coughin, I heard the pipe organ (cough) |
| Saw some men of a white origin |
| I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan and George Bush |
| Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf |
| Upon the brazen altar |
| Six men offer their only daughter splashing holy water |
| I ran for the, camcorders, now I’m plagued with curses |
| I roam the Earth’s surface, snatchin purses |
| Allergic to catholic churches, what’s the purpose |
| Religious worship, is worthless |
| I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints were married |
| But now they buried cause of Satan’s fury, I faced the jury |
| Held in court like Christ nailed to a cross |
| Confront my knowledge like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate |
| Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace |
| The government wants my wallet |
| I’m complete analyzer of your entire eye |
| Gave you no time to crawl, so walk on by |
| I’m the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie |
| The good to your bye; |
| your question to your why? |
| The wing to your fly, low to your high |
| The Dirt Dog, I be the God; |
| the tear to your cry |
| I drop in it, cleanse the Earth’s |
| My place to birth strong, gave me the eye |
| If you don’t know… now you know |
| Killah Priest, now you know |
Artist lyrics: Killah Priest
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