[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Insane, my bad brain's insanity
Damage me, how can this be?
Bronchitis, the itis and sinus, take out the tongue
Rubber gloves are the nicest supplier for the writer
Arthritis bones break easily
Too much toxins, I need antioxidants
I spit Grammys out my oxygen
My only family - the hood doctrine
When I was just an infant, the streets grabbed me
Reached through the semen cavities
Took my pacifier out and put the concrete in my teeth
Breast fed me, grey goose, celeb G
Y'all ain't ready
They took me out the crib with numbers across my bib
Moms lost her wig, when jail is just an auction
Depending on the numbers of ya bid
N***as running under the bridge
Train station, the A train, triple six
Do you blame Satan or God?
Would you sleep in ya bed or a morgue?

[Hook 2x: Killah Priest]
Be careful who you follow
Be careful on what you swallow
In hell's frail, pass the L
Keep ya eyes on the bottle
'Cause if I die, those n***as die
It's all thought out in the third eye
Feel me?
[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
We follow drug dealers as Jesus
Look at the prophet like a Caesar
Dresses miracle, preferable leaders
Or a gun handlers, number of the Beast is branding us
Mind damage, slumped posture under the cameras
Cracked cardiovascular, Dracula passed the massacre
The passages aborting reality planes
So foul allow me to explain, young child in the chains
Society now has changed
Groupies, kufi's, gauge and graves, toolies
Bad movies get paid on the roof with the Uzi, popping shit
A mouth with the loose leaf empty clips
Enemies get hit, fly shit

(Hook)

[Verse 3: Killah Priest]
A gangsta glory, bed full of Benjamins, having orgies
Sneak boxes off the floor at least four feet
Jury basements, a brewery, cases of champagne
Painting's costly, maidens
Other bosses talking in foreign languages
40 acres testing aiming
Flossing and dressing walking with ya boys out ya arraignment
Priest glory, UFO boarding
Able to foresee the Moorish King
Strange dudes talk to angels
Beam up great wings
Brush against the thick walls of the other planets
Writing rhymes, they lighting kinds of men
Species and women, my streets never made me creepy
Goosebumps - only if you front
Street Gods and gangster devils
The USA ready to nuke 'em
Mantineum, the kingtanium
Priest ready to introduce 'em