k**ah Priest - It's Over lyrics

Run for your lives, oh my God Yo watch it! Yo what everybody runnin' for? This is it, run for your lives Motherf**er quit pushin'! Oh my God, run for your lives Yo what's goin' on? It's coming! It's coming! Why is y'all runnin'? It's over, it's coming Where y'all going? What y'all running for? It's over, it's moving closer, the sky getting lower Hey yo, yo! Winds turn colder, k**ah Priest soldiers Wait for me yo! Steamrollers Whats up motherf**er quit pushin' me up! Right there, there, it's over, damn he's right there It's over, it's over Hey yo who the f** is that? It's over, run! It's over, run! It's over! It's over! All science addicts religious fanatics Curiosity seekers biblical preachers historians Ritual believers scholars teachers spiritual leaders High priests generals sergeants and them rude captains Lieutenants lower your gimmicks I'm the hip-hopper That'll rock to fill a opera acapella locked cellar Watch hell-ah, freeze over take you lower break you bold Constrict to hit you like fingertips in your soul Put whiskey in your soda or vodka Chop you with a blade made of copper Kick your head off like a soccer, brawl Raw alcohol and it's over, arrest over in October Punch a hole through your solar plex, and it's over! I mark X on your chest it's over, and bury the dead Ain't gonna be no rest Just pretend, watch me blow like the dust in a gust of wind Flow with the rush when I adjust the pen take you Miles and miles and miles leave you at the river of the Nile Now deliver the vials, fat, found in the pile in the stack Books that were took, take a look, back As I take you further high into the sky Where your eyes like vision surprise then dive back Vision buildin' the bombs, upon you peons Knowledge you crazy Knowledge we be goin' off! Now you lost tossed in confusion, saw an illusion Of the car that started cruisin' Actual day mathematics were raised to his attic What's the weight of a flame, state your name But he was afraid of the height, glazed at the light Strayed, couldn't stay for the flight Ran to his book of rhymes, took up some time For the brother to hook up a line As if he had a fishing rod, but my mission is God Science I be dishin' out be hard Deep in his eyes, contacts, plus saw beyond that Saw the brother couldn't respond back Tried to rhyme after me to hold the weight But the science done drive dem n***as shoulder blades down Let's take a trip travel through the mind And played a trick when he unraveled the rhyme Bloodthirsty no mercy when I bomb no thinkin' emotions Sick him with potions that I've developed To make the body swell up like venom Once I'm in em then I skin em and skull em After that I call em, back from the essence Who the f** want more lessons? It's over! Know what I'm sayin'? It's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your career, it's over All you wack M-C's (finish em up) it's over Finish em up