Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stand Still, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Best Of and A Prelude To The Offering, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.06.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Da Grind
Song language: English
Stand Still |
I see you modified your gangsta after seeing me walk |
You changed your tone after hearing me talk |
Extended your hand and steal my aura |
You know the god don’t shake on shit |
But food, clothing and a glass of water |
Though we make love to Jezebels we prey on virgins |
We move like Yahuwa in black Excursions |
Blood the color of grape wine |
Skin tone the color of bronze |
I rose from the grave with 9's |
And if tears were dollars I’d feed the children |
Replace the White House with a project building |
I’d stand on top of it, signal in a rocket ship |
Hold my dick like I lock down the continent |
I’m magnetic, I attract metal L-shaped objects |
With hell parallel niggas hit decks |
Yo my hand like fire in hell after a shooting |
So nigga if you know like I know, keep it moving |
(Hook) |
Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up |
Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up |
Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up |
Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up |
Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up |
Fuck that museum heist decode alarms, blowing my palms |
Turn the knob slowly hear the click, then we open it |
Flee with the rarest canvas, called the Della Strada |
A fifteenth-century painting of DaVinci’s Belladona |
Tie up the Pope, my man’s in the Helicopter |
Next to the Russian Pilot blowing marijuana |
I smell the ganja showing the picture of the black Madonna |
Flying over seas full of squids and arowanas |
Stole the Mona Lisa in Rome with phony Visas |
Disguised as a tourist taking flicks at the Pisa |
My cards and my passport reads Dr. Philip L. Glascov |
At the airport where the FBI waiting with their taskforce |
Cleared customs, pulled the mustache off |
A shootout is my last resort |
Now we back in the air to the Metropolis, Project shit |
Hellhole is bottomless |
The beast will crawl out of it |
Apocalypse, Communist |
Name remains anonymous |
Behold the Pale Rhinoceros |
It’s obvious, don’t even shoot it if the shot’s a risk |
They say I’m too Hitchcockian |
When I spit about the projects we in |
I’m Jesus resurrected in the drop-top BM |
I’m Larry King Live from the hood |
Showing scene by scene of murder |
So what’s good? |
(Hook) |
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up |
But then I wouldn’t get to see the seeds grow up |
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up |
I’d be the sign that the gangs of the world throw up |
Motherfuckers tell me that I live in the last days |
Stupid fucks, you think AIDS is the last plague? |
See man made God in his own image |
Culture, language and his own limits |
Even his own spirit |
So he could fool other men |
Into believing in his own gimmicks |
Stomp the Atlantic, pivot the planet |
While niggas turn their cheek to a Catholic faggot |
My thological gangsta |
Crying if you spit it hard |
You get your bitch gang-raped by Minotaurs |
No facade or exaggeration |
We were born to rule the world after Revelations |
You could call it God’s wrath or Allah’s math |
Like in Texas Chainsaw Massacre slash |
Bars of death when I spit 'em out |
Concentration camp gold ripped out of a Jew’s mouth |
Melted into Swiss Banks |
That’s how the world works |
We like the Mamluks to America’s Ottoman Turks |
Fill the country 'til the bottom will burst |
Nazi pope, sniper scope shot him in Church |
Warrior castle, slavery surviving niggas |
Harlem North Philly nobody live-er niggas |
Bittersweet Apocalypse I laugh at the end |
Gun in your face, that’ll be your moment to sin |
Cause when your world is over, mine just begins |
(Hook) |