k**ah Priest - Osirus Eyes lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] Yeah, speak now son, Priesthood Records Yeah, uh, yeah, it's bout it, yeah, that's how we do [Chorus: k**ah Priest] What ya n***az want? Go get your sets Make ya pussies want load up my tec Attacks like Lions, go straight at the neck Hyena n***az down, my paws on their chest Show you canines before we tear in your flesh Breathing down your face son I can taste your d**h I know you're scared now n***a I see the sweat Razor-sharp teeth come close like Gillette [k**ah Priest] I Return like the Prodigal Sunn Ya could rest our argue is done Rappers scared they're marveled I've come Problem one; I could see why I'm startling some Because I come in peace while my apostles have guns ("Son of man is his glory with revolvers to lungs") Now stand still, witness the god while I rob you for funds I must say - ("Priest spits with a remarkable tongue") Now let us see with deep flows the Masada has brung Right before I get in my zone, I sit in my throne Then I lounge, one foot pivot, while I'm spitting my poem My poetry so vivid it was written in stones They say "Priest some sort of mystique; he speaks wisdom of unknown" I'm the poet blindfolded, my queen's palms cover my ears So when I wrote this intuition was there My brain's a replica of Mecca My mind holds the secrets to Egypt But however, I stay on some street sh** I write the scrolls on a hundred skulls My cunning flow's stunning Is like you're blunt, it has you under control Mumbling, to yourself while I'm confronting your soul Priest the deity, meant to crumble the globe Behold a flow out of this world, throwing dollars at girls Sliding on poles, to diamonds and pearls Aligning of the Stars, Priest be Osirus rhyming My eyelids marked around with black chalk Like Nas on his album cover I Am... Like Malcolm my brothers, let's take a stand [Interlude: k**ah Priest] (Teacher, teacher), The Angel came forth (Teacher, teacher), holding the scroll giving The Offering (Tell us more), Said "Say this to the people" [k**ah Priest] I write street archives with deep dark eyes My meek hard cries, when I see the murders beneath God's skies I recorded lose the disc but we keep hard drives Ask Dreddy, after the flow; show you where bodies are buried Worries cover the face of Reverend Jesse Just hold steady, 'bout to drop something old but heavy Ready, before this rap all I knew was wrapping the grams Only tracks unknown were the tracks in the arms of Sam n***a arm was like a pin cushion Y'all just starting but I've been Brooklyn Central booking in '91, in the pens with hoodlums I sit still like I'm Teddy Pendergra** What picture should I grab? My rhymes is like his portal I can see in the past Some say I'm immortal, dark skinned with the staff Feel me? you'know'what'I'mean? [Chorus] [Outro: k**ah Priest] Its real Hip-Hop let me explain something to y'all This is real Hip-Hop man, y'all been raised off of that bullsh** That Offering, that giving, you'know'what'I'mean? Here y'all could have it, it's for you, uh