Killah Priest
Heavy Mental
Cross My Heart
[Killah Priest]
It's the visiting king, supreme
All kneel kiss the ring into a idoing
I blow steam from the families of the Mackabees
Smack MCs, watch em scream "Your majesty"
Make em suffer the capacity of tragedy
Hold the crowd down like gravity
Back the fuck off, stop grabbin me
Hands off me, niggaz startin to bore me
I'm getting sleepy, I need some coffee
Me and my Wu bandits, we bury niggaz deep in the canvas
Body bandaged like some mummies
You fuckin dummies, you can't take nothin from me
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album hesitated
Scream the name out, Killah Priest
I leave the blood fillin in the street
I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville
The seven shields on windmills across the killin fields
Never forget it, tell em rap critics
I speak in horrifics, so they can never get it
I'm too scientific, lyrics explicit
I roll with thirsty niggaz, thieves and killers
Tigers, gorillas, faces like Godzilla
We stomp rappers that smile like a car dealer, the God's iller
Cross my heart, hope to die, we multiply
By the hundreds, fuckin by the thousands
See me outside your show browsin
Beatin up your soundman
Playa haters and playas, we give em cold stares
Any last prayers?
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, yo, concrete techniques, bomb beats and cause casualities
My faculty, hold it down like gravity, rapidly
Sweatin like weapons to adolescents
Ghetto residents quick to pass since you're present
State of the slum, kill foreplay the drums
Faced ones, their course was smiles with snake tounges
I'm deep into this, I sometimes gasp for air, deadly warfare
Hot blocks cops and cold stares
Shots clear, their fireworks on July the 4th
Weapons get tossed, fugitive slidin off
My force is combined, new world 2009
Digital, criminals you make meals in cybercrime
It's all planned ahead 2 times, I see the signs to a great mind
The heaviest chains can not bind
[Killah Priest & Inspectah Deck]
Chorus:
We stare you eye to eye
We tell the truth no lie
We cross our heart and hope to die (hope to die)
[Genius/GZA]
High ranked officials and armed tanks with missles
Blood drizzle, simple fact you slept on the issue
That b-boy you started jerkin off joysticks in Sega
I was rockin off 100 watt amps in Sharon Vega's
True fine tune it and ship enough units
MCs ask who be those rhyme killers in masks
No doubt difficult task, the last in the square, beware
Infinite amount of darts is in the air
I'm victorious with no opponents and blast through components with microphonics
Watch the whole world live the moment
Anything in time became approachin this
Are incompable of speech remains motionless
Chorus (2x)
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