Bring back the real DJs
The ones who played in front of PJs
All day
And I’m the emcee Killah Priest, your teacher
And please, don’t sit on the speakers

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My alibi, apologize, the devil get [?]
My style is fly from out the tribes
I’m with this [?] chick heavy into bondage
We at a club called Chaos out of Darkness
She took a pill then offered me one
She said, “put it in your drink, let’s walk up to the sun”
[?]
She said “take half, Killah” then offered me yayo
I’m on this dynamite stick, vanilla mango
She said this the best [?], she with a sex slave
We in the room, call it batcave
Gas mask, pierced navel
Latex with a fat ass, coke on the table
The music electronic
She’s moving robotic
The girl is loose, she kept doing narcotics
She said, “Priest, you're so open-minded, I wanna be your girl”
“I wanna drink fine wine, take me around the world”
I told her it’s nothing, hold her up with loving
Watch how I do this, control her with seduction
Plus she knew this, controlled by the substance
Then she folded, symptoms of concussions
Out cold ‘cause the amount of her consumption
I used to love her but her heart stop functioning
It’s Dr. Incredible’s robot machine
Chocolate edibles, cough drops of lean