[Intro: Killah Priest]
Killah Priest, King Masada
Landed on a sick canvas
Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged
Insane, preaching God's commandment, feel me

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
I move through the dark regions and won't stop 'til we even
Until you bleeding until you stop breathing
Giving careers a severe beating for MCing
It's something that I don't take lightly
How the fuck you ever invite me to a duel?
I drew before I break fool, then I drag MCs
Beat 'em down to they knees
Grab your necks and squeeze
'Til there's no life left, they lifeless
Then micless, what a crisis
I give them a good night's rest
I break their biceps and triceps, thighs and necks
Breast area is the best area
Before I bury ya
I make sure that you never ever, ever, ever try that shit no more
KnowhatI'msayin? (Word is bond!)
Your ambition put you in that fucked up condition
Leave you with your own conviction, shit was nonfiction
Now you in a state of non-fixing
Make you beg for mercy if you ever approach me
I blow your head off when I talk, chop off your arms
And bash your head in, you know where this shit is heading
For a dead-end, stop your sweating
Like Otis Reading, got your pants wetting
Snuck up on you at your wedding, at your honeymoon
Turn that shit into doom
Turn your rap cassettes into your fucking caskets
You goddamn bastards
Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye
The good to your byes, your question to your why?
The wing to your fly, low to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth, Islam gave the I

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
The men who praise the grave
Ceremonies from religious cults half man and half goat
Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes
We followed goats, our nose inhale the smoke
Fire breathing dragons, I rub the gold lantern
To the see the future through the crystal ball
The triple walls official once the missile fall
Offense see the coffin
Often I fell at the doorstop coughing
I heard the pipe organ (cough)
Saw some men of a white origin
I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan and George Bush
Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf
Upon the brazen altar
Six men offer their only daughter, splashing holy water
I ran for the camcorders, now I'm plagued with curses
I roam the Earth's surface, snatchin purses
Allergic to catholic churches, what's the purpose
Religious worship is worthless
I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the Saints were married
But now they buried 'cause of Satan's fury, I face the jury
Held in court like Christ nailed to a cross
Confront my knowledge like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate
Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace
The government wants my wallet
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye
The good to your bye; your question to your why?
The wing to your fly, low to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I
I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye
The good to your bye; your question to your why?
The wing to your fly, low to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I
I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye
The good to your bye; your question to your why?
The wing to your fly, low to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I
I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye
The good to your bye; your question to your why?
The wing to your fly, low to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I
[Outro: Killah Priest]
If you don't know... now you know
Killah Priest, now you know

[Outro 2: Malcolm X]
We believe in the resurrection of the dead
We believe that the 20 million black people in America
In the last day will be taught the truth
The trumpet of truth will sound in your ear, as its being sounding today
The trumpet of truth, and as truth strikes your ear, it strikes your heart
It will open your eyes, it will open your ears, it will make you stand up
It will do the same thing for you that truth did for the dry bones in the valley
Because the picture of dry bones in the valley is talking about you
The picture of Lazarus laying dead four days is talking about you
You are Lazarus, you are the dry bones
You are the prodigal son, you are the lost sheep