[k**ah Priest]
300 blunted scriptures of Hitler's, mixture, Holocaust thoughts
500 bareback slave masters whipping n***as
Picking cotton, Bin Laden shocking
700 Monks with their teeth rotten speak doctrines
A man enters a temple with his back hunched
A dragon lands in the cave near the Caspian Sea
A palm reader dreams, materialize to an image of Priest
The mic comes on, quiet storm
k**a Beez swarm, the lion can't sleep
The monkeys are restless, the birds fly from trees
An engineer sits at the mastering session
My A&R brings the disc of the record
DJ Woool makes a beat, the booth is empty
Instrumental's playing, Preachers begin praying
Rappers stop rapping, law of attraction, cause and reaction
I walk in like the dinosaur in the room
Look at me, like fire works in front of the moon
The air turns gloom, then I sit back and hear my favourite tune
Then I start spitting, you rapper's doomed
You rapper's doomed
Yeah this is coming out the brain, kno'I'mean?
Insane, back for the second verse
DJ Woool whadup? Ight!
[k**ah Priest]
f**ing Wonder Woman on top of the Hall of Justice control panel
Batman can't even read the image on the channel
But here's the moaning, Superman arrive, I throw him
He shoots lasers from his eyes, I block it like the Lone Shogun
My arms transform to guns, blow them to the Sun
Wonder Woman's crying, I grab that b**h by her brace as she's naked
Her tittie's hanging, Aquaman walks in thirsty, my guns bang 'em
I make Dracula eat cereal, preferably Franken Berry's
f** like a tank heavy, pull out burners
Y'all heart beat fast like the motor on a new Chevy
Y'all ready? Everybody getting buried
I'm the only rapper left, all of y'all favour d**h
All y'all wack, all y'all style's get smacked
I keep a 144,000 crowns under my hat
My durag ties up, the mind of King Tut
Kool G hoodie keeps my wings tucked
Don't give a f**, straight out the dome, kno'I'mean?
Pop 'em in his home, yeah, pop y'all crown
Priest, yeah, all y'all styles get smacked
Across the map, it's like that
I just wrote this right now, straight up
There's no thinking, no ink pen, no nothing
Just sitting down
Yeah, come one, come all