Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Standstill, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Offering, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Good Hands
Song language: English
Standstill |
| 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) |