k**ah Priest - Illest lyrics

(Intro) Chief Kamachi Yo, yo, let's go Yeah, uh, yeah, uh k**ah Priest, Planet Asia Uh, Chief Kamachi, uh, yeah [Chief Kamachi] Ask God if you think I'm committing purgery I'm one wit the sun, all of his angels work wit me Rap supernatural Built from a different circuitry From Planet Asia, the answer certainly That's our twist, mystic and the street scene Levitate thru the hood, trying to make the mist clean Breathe! Inhale a toxic future Before you die from cancer I bet the cops will shoot you n***as start revolution over 3 bags of dope Stomachs touch, starring at few bags of hope Trying to change life thru the few tabs I wrote When the crafts invoked, spiritual paths provoked Messiah music, all the ghetto choirs use it Buddhist Monks, plus Franciscan Friars choose it Thought the voice of the youth was gone? Turn up your radio; once again the truth is on Bloaw!!! (DJ Rhettmatic scratching) "You're now in tuned with the illest micro" "Hold, let it go, set it tho', sweat it" "Yeah" "So amazing, field left blazing" "Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this" "You phony rappers" "Yeah, time to go" "We brought the place of hump/hardball" "Like that" "A wack n***a rhyming k**s a raw beat" [k**ah Priest] I throw Angels in the hells, slap the devil as well k** myself live on TV so my records could sell Lock my own self up in jail, swallow the key It's obviously; my role model is me (me) I stare at myself, I only care about myself Love ones around me...but I wear out my health I only spit rhymes for me to hear I believe I'm sincere Rappers beware, only me y'all shall fear I give myself dap, I love to hear myself rap Bars are so hot they start to melt the track Kamachi, Planet A, the canvas is our page My mind is a .9, the pen is a hand-grenade (DJ Rhettmatic scratching) [Planet Asia] Mosh pitting; I ain't the type to push Lighting the kush Bud knife to your face give you the NIKE swoosh Straight from the temple Anybody front on these High Priest is looking for a lifetime cripple Through the pipeline, I stay on the tight grind And fight crime, recite minds I write rhymes darker then nighttime Beat you in the head with a vine Gold scrolls I'ma roll over and behold But was told to the blind, we the best out And yo, check out my next style from NASA manufacture by reptiles Dig it, I strike with arrow, speak the language of Pharaohs Camaro smash but rocking military apparel Son of Cheryl, from a s**m cell outta this world As the Earth twirls I'm building till my knowledge is thorough They ask who can top it? The illest n***as you got three... Planet Asia, k**ah Priest, Chief Kamachi (DJ Rhettmatic scratching)