[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah - fuck that!
I'm set it off - yeah, yeah, ya shitted
Ya in some shit now, son
It's on now, motherfuckers can suck my dick
I'm back! Fuck that shit!
Ready to eat n***as up, beat they ass and e'rything, son
I'ma prove this shit, right here
Me and my n***a - what!?

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
The emperor, chief sinister, street minister
Guarenteed in two bars to finish ya
React like a cat when he arches back
Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
I'm a vocalist, n***a, supposed to rip
Last Poet's told me this, hit you in your head with my explosive fist
Then I finish you off with my tremendous horse-kick
What now, n***a? Look at you, talk shit
Can't do it 'cause you ain't got no teeth in your mouth
And I know you just tired of me beating you out
Trained all year in a karate class
It took one second, to put your ass in a body bag
From a shotty blast, I walk up in the club, your parties don't last
I like to pop shit, don't get me started
I slap y'all motherfuckers like y'all little kids in kindergarten
Squeeze your head till your kidneys harden
Now watch this, I'ma call my whole motherfuckin' squadron
And tell n***as to just start robbin'
'Cause y'all n***as is fucked up
And Brooklyn n***as is really ready to get you
I know how to hit you, and cut you open
But don't worry 'cause I'ma stitch ya, with a rusty screwdriver
[Chorus: Killah Priest]
N***as bop your heads to this, real shit
Call up your clicks to this, it's realness
You feel this in your streets and village
Spare that new shit, Priest killed it
N***as bop your heads to this, real shit
Call up your clicks to this, it's realness
You feel this in your streets and village
Spare that new shit, Bus killed it

[Verse 2: Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo, yo I'm a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability
To run at top speed without bending my knees
I destroy shit, pinpoint asteroids in orbit
Then, hurl n***as thousands of miles an hour towards it
Fuckin' heathens, wrap my hands around your neck region
Then I start squeezing 'til you stop breathin'
You weaklings is playing tug-of-war with your tongues
I knock the teeth out your gums and suck the breeze out your lungs
Hit you with a blow your physical frame could never sustain
You'll probably never walk ever again
N***a, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lying stiff
Put you in a HRSMN heimlich and break your spine, bitch
Stop crying bitch, before I hit you with the iron, bitch
You can't rhyme bitch, the one triple nine's mine bitch
The pain'll make your voice change octaves
From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge MCs by their lyrical fitness
And punish DJs for putting corny stickers on their mixes
Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures
You'll be scared to leave the club with us
You scratch my back, I'll scratch your's bitch
I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage
I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud
Ready to spill your crimson-colored blood
The Four Horsemen on the back of four quadripeds
Putting four hoof prints on your foreheads, motherfuckers!
(There it is!) So bop your heads to that, uh (There it is!)
[Chorus: Killah Priest]
N***as bop your heads to this, real shit
Call up your clicks to this, it's realness
You feel this in your streets and village
Spare that new shit, Priest killed it
N***as bop your heads to this, real shit
Call up your clicks to this, it's realness
You feel this in your streets and village
Spare that new shit, Bus killed it

[Outro: Killah Priest]
Fuckin' pussy emcees gon' get a shot in the eye
Y'all n***as talk behind n***a's backs
Y'all n***as better bop your motherfuckin' heads before we blow it off
Ya fuckin perfume missin idiots
Y'all n***as always running, go run and tell that
Go on, running, run behind somebody's back
Run and tell that and take these fucking slugs with ya
We gon' get ya mothafuckin clown
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