| Yeah…
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| Give it to me now…
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| Uhh! |
| Yeah…
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| Bring it on. |
| nuh
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| (Yeah) Uhh!
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| Neh… yuh!
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| Give it to me uhh! |
| (Give it to me)
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| Make way for the war-path
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| The psychopath on the astro-blast
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| Killin’something off I? |
| breaka had a bat?
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| The improbable on ya way down scream Geronimo
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| From Qu’rans it go my mission imposs-eezible
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| Leavin’lyrics in tha hospit-able
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| ?Then it drops 'em? |
| Fuck the bill, tongued, double-edged
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| Slice to kill! |
| ?----------?
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| Chop they heads, ?we pickin’cases at the Feds?
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| On the D/L, what the hell dead? |
| self-for-delf?
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| Screamin’Hell with the angel’s death still bodies trail
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| City wants the killas be killas
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| But though, I’m the deaf villain
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| Whose contracts I don’t fill-a…
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| Body-bags by the millions
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| But that keeps me illin'?
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| Plus I need a ?---? |
| to cap one off
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| My killa raises? |
| before the calm--Deadly
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| In arms! |
| Call the Desert Storm and swing a blast of mega-bombs
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| Keep 'em ?sane off the champagne an gat-claps?
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| Man, that’s from breakin’through the fatal camp
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| Perimeter, of the angel’s death, *nyeh!*
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| That’s, the way to leave the lyrics in a total wreck
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| Verse Two: Shabazz the Disciple
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| This is a journey, through the halls of Hell!
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| A journey, that’ll burn he, and all, who dwell
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| The wicked, are afflicted, condemned, and convicted
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| Imprisoned, in darkness, where men, are heartless
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| Absolving artists, through ya fire and sparklers
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| Drag him down, in the tabernacle by his Adam’s apple!
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| And suddenly, the angels, of death will hang you!
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| The power, whippings, by matters, of degrees
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| Calcium absorbed, by evil dead babies!
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| You get rabies, from the bat bites
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| Dirty germs, and scabies, from the rat bites!
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| Your skin, decays, as you choke, and gasp
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| With the fumes, that consume, the poison of the asp!
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| As ya body releases solid liquids and gases
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| Thirsty worms suck the fluid--Ya life flashes!
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| You lay down in the dust, body bubblin’with hot pus
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| He lay naked, and unsacred
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| Blasphemed the Sunz of Man but didn’t make it… make it…
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| Verse Three: Hell Razah
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| Started off at Jesus’left
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| Nevertheless, death, not restin’in peace, ?sweet leap?
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| Express, across my mental, cut the beef, had it, every week
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| Potential, every day I release bombs, deep like thunder
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| From the bottom, of a well, of an attack of spells since my eyes
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| Opened up in Hell, my mind, think faster
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| And it passes by, but? |
| one convinced?
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| It makes no sense, cross ya heart, don’t hope to die
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| You can climb into the sky, life is only? |
| high nuclei? |
| in ya mind
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| Lost senator, it takes one to survive
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| There’s too many ways different for the world to just stop!
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| ?We lost ya common?
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| The doctor said, Forgot 'cha brain was in ya head
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| So I hell-raised and said to reality, Look inside of me For the battery, the result, is tragedy
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| Through the minds, of my enemies, my horror, is?
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| The Devil’s lies, are chokin’me
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| Hopefully, I’m gettin’to open the minds, that’s supposed to be Died, ?------?
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| As it begins I, to spy?, and I recite a homicidal action
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| What’s happenin’is now
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| The future brings the answer
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| A crack fiend--the Devil don’t wanna dance
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| So I leveled, God bless me! |
| 'Cuz I ain’t gonna wait for YOU to do it
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| Your brain must got a hole the way I just ran through it!
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| Interlude: Killah Priest
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| So as, we travel, through, the mists
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| Of the Bible, the renowned, six deadly snakes
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| Look, and they perish, right before us Bring the wicked before me and slay them before my feet…
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| Verse Four: Prodigal Sunn
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| I contain the science, to make an angel bleed through his vision
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| More land and places trapped behind the walls of mental prison
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| The limitation a nation of my creation
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| Mass confusion? |
| babies rollin’dead in isolation?
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| Inhale the pollution, release the chemicals, my psychological
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| Analogy, burns, a hole through reality
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| Eruptin’mad levels, devils committin’sin
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| But who will ?----------------? |
| will we face then in the fuckin’end?!?
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| Verse Five: Killah Priest
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| I raise pain, seperation to ya whole frame
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| My mic is changed, when I rap and make ya? |
| framed?
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| A chief chancellor, when I rap I leave no answers
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| I go into the crypts and give a nigga bone cancer
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| When I deliver, I give 'em shivers |
| You wicked souls, meet your creator, the Darth Vader
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| I send that evil ass back to the incubator
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| Fuck with me… ya better off eatin’pork on the grounds of Mecca
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| The Killah Priest! |
| The lethal rap injecta!
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| I’m full of fury, and anger…
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| Which is my slogan… ya pops shoulda BUST you in the Trojan!
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| You wanna battle? |
| Here’s ya teethin’ring, and ya fuckin’rattle
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| And ya horsey and ya saddle… and ya fuckin’pacifier
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| I’m gonna baptize you, then BLAST ya ass to FIRE!
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| You better check my rendezvous, before you have me sittin’on a panel
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| On fuckin’Donahue
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| I’m fuckin’sick!
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| You better check my past life… I'm Killah Priest!
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| You better fuckin’ask Christ!
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| And when I’m finished, ya ass’ll be a Jehovah Witness
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| Or Richard Simmons, searchin’for a fuckin’fitness
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| I don’t give a fuck if you exercise, do you expect to try?
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| You be the next, to die! |
| The Killah Priest!
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| Hear me testify!
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| Outro: Killah Priest
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| The testimony, of the five arch angels
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| The Sixty-Second Assass, the Holy Psychiatrist
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| Hell Razah, Prodigal Sunn, the Killah Priest…
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| And so it is written, the four ran to the four corners of the earth
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| And the fifth ran into the sun, with a book, that read
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| Your asss is miiiiiine |