Killah Priest
Heavy Mental
It's Over
Run for your lives, oh my God, it's gettin closer
(Yo watch it! What everybody runnin for?)
This is it, run for your lives
(Muthafucker quit pushin!)
Oh my God, run for your lives
(Yo what's goin on?)
It's coming! It's coming!
(Why is y'all runnin? Where ya runnin?)
It's over, it's coming
(What y'all running for??)
It's over, it's moving closer, it's over, the sky getting lower
(Hey yo, yo!)
Winds turn colder, Killah Priest soldiers
(Wait for me yo!) Steamrollers
(Wassup quit pushin me up!)
Right there, there, it's over, damn he's right there
It's over, it's over
(Hey yo who the fuck is that?)
It's over, run! It's over!
It's over! It's over!
[Killah Priest]
All science addicts, religious fanatics
Curiosity seekers, biblical preachers
Historians, ritual believers, scholars, teachers, spiritual leaders
High priests, generals, sargents and them rude captains
Lieutenants normal your gimmicks
I'm the hip hopper that'll rock to fill a opera
Acapella, locked cellar, watch hella
Freeze over, take you lower break you bold
Constrict to hit you like fingertips in your soul
Put whiskey in your soda or vodka
Chop you with a blade made of copper
Kick your head off like a soccer ball
War, alcohol and it's over, arrest in October
Punch a hole through your solar plex, and it's over
I mark X on your chest, it's over, and bury the dead
Ain't gonna be no rest
Just pretend, watch me blow like the dust in a gust of wind
Flow with the rush when I adjust the pen
Take you miles and miles and miles
Leave you at the river of the Nile
Now deliver the vials, fat found in the pile, in the stack
Books that were took, take a look back
As I take you further high into the sky
Where your eyes like vision surprise then dive back
Vision buildin the b-ombs upon you peons
Knowledge you crazy, knowledge we be goin off
Now you lost, tossed in confusion, saw an illusion
Of the car that started cruisin
Actual day mathematics were raised to his attic
What's the weight of a flame, state your name
But he was afraid of the height, glazed at the light
Strayed, couldn't stay for the flight
Ran to his book of rhymes, took up some time
For the brother to hook up a line
As if he had a fishing rod
But the mission is God's
Science I be dishin out be hard
Deep in his eyes, contacts, plus saw beyond that
Saw the brother couldn't respond back
Tried to rhyme after me and hold the weight
But the science said drive young niggaz shoulderaches down
Let's take a trip travel through the mind
It played a trick when he unravelled the rhyme
Bloodthirsty, no mercy when I find em thick with emotions
Sick him with potions that I've developed
That make the body swell up like venom
Once I'm in em then I skin em and skull em
After that I call em, back from the essence
Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over!
KnowI'msayin, it's over
The dead bury the dead, it's over
Your career, it's over
All you wack MCs, finish em up, it's over
Finish em up
The blast burns back into elements
Development of gas around the mass of the Earth
A hundred and ninty six million
Nine hundred and forty thousand miles are occupied
By people causin housin
Over this the mind was just browsin
Thought I was warm coats, I dispose hope
Of the bogus and focus energy toward the enemy
Now he's burnin G's, penalty for infinity
Attack, third eye, what occured my, vocal form into a storm
With loud thunder but left him in the crowd wonderin
Now you wonder how many thoughts you ponder
Fell asleep tryin to seek the beyonder
While I would ponder microphones, recitin poems
Strikin domes hearin frightenin moans of horror
Speakin evil Hebrew from the Torah
Slammed the mic, it turned to a serpent, open the curtains
Saw things he couldn't interpret, destroyed the Earth
Fill it with gunpowder, came though with sun power
Build it in one hour
Then revealed it through a sunflower, shared the shower
Showin the power of the North Messiah, I absorb fire
Water, oxygen, you can't comprehend to these strange doctrines
Stop the winds, beyond the orbits of Dionne Warwick
With no broomsticks and magic tricks is this
Return of the Iron Maiden?
Stomp your corny ass like the raven
What's the matter? You frostbitten? You lost your mittens?
I seen you under the cross of smitten
Seek remorse from the Christians
It's over, Killah Priest says it's over
Huh, it's over
Your careers is now finished
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