k**ah Priest - Rapability lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest *whispering*] Interesting, interesting, interview, interview Jazz, hip-hop, pull yaself, love yaself Love yaself, we'll flair on y'all Straight like that, ya heard? No doubt, we'll make ya move, one time Rodney Kendrick [Scorpion] Who'll be the victim? I bend him, twist him, when I spark the 'ism Mama gon' miss him, Bed-Stuy's in me, can't get it out par Me in pull 'sage in the back of a shark bar Whenever there's a mic, I'm there Whenever the club starts spittin in the air Everybody feelin me, "Scorp' you the man, son" Girls say I'm handsome, got a new anthem Break off with thumbs that write like me Punish ya lungs to fight like me, how hype I be Real MC's do real sh**, lyrical sh** Rip my whole Bed-Stuy Click, blow clips They came sour and rich, like fish and chips If you don't fit then split, abandon ship Punch you in ya lip, pop sh**, I squeeze n***a Please, you won't believe how you gon' bleed [Chorus: GZA] Extraordinary, rapability k**a Bees, live in ya facility You jazz cats are k**in me Who you think got the chemistry? Extraordinary, rapability k**a Bees, live in ya facility You rap cats are k**in me Who you think got the chemistry? [GZA] Yo, those who try to judge me, they don't know me Others try to teach me, but couldn't show me The media, thought they distly, tried to play me Rest tried to test me, but couldn't grade me When I begin to bang this jazzy tune The crowd react quickly, if not soon I'm black and proud, I move the crowd Yet I'm not raised in hell My lyrics alone, rock the bells Of those who say it's me they wanna scar Hmm, that's like George Burns without a cigar Some come in the game and project the hard image But they can't never get past the line of scrI'mage I'm on the defence with a strong sequence You lack the knowledge to understand the pretence From not playin it right, you got sacked While I blitz the rhymes that were broken down in stacks Therefore, the mic that was hyper than ya hand Got stripped and ripped while it slipped from it's stand Then what happened? You begin to cease to control it You fumble, couldn't rumble, so then I stole it How did you think you could make the first down? If you were boxin, you wouldn't escape the first round [Chorus] [k**ah Priest] Made in God's image, with no gimmicks Travel beyond limits, with Rodney Kendricks Back hunch over keyboards like Igor Leave my mind free to sour The galaxies, cosmic alchemy Spit words like a prince on his balcony Touch you like the bullet that made Malcolm bleed Red mahogany, it's like hard times and poverty Jazz and hip-hop, state of the art Razor sharp, it rip clubs apart Revise slugs in the park, then the blunts'll spark The party gets worse after dark Words and melodies, enjoy the smell of weed Cold faces while brothers roll Aces Play the wall, it might be a ball Word is bond when my favorite song comes on Recitin words like they fightin words When it's night, dim in the light like a verb Too swift to be observed, I move crowds like herb I hit opponents in they vital nerves Lyrics, hard like spear tips It goes dip until you feel it Confess, who's the illest? Who's the realest? Go tell ya whole village {*echoes*} [Chorus 3X]