k**ah Priest - Inner G lyrics

(k**ah Priest) I hide my face like the Elephant Man, follow, you reach Out of long black sleeves with skeleton hands Touch rappers, watch them rot, they skin fall off Boil in the pavement, on the cold boardwalks Then I laugh like the Joker, while pissin' on 'em Then put on my hood, wait on the next corner The next victim, look at his face, with tears in my eyes That crystalize and turn into stone, before they fall from my dome Like an avalanche, the way I spit sound like an African chant The Priest run through MC's like I'm trampelin' ants Peep the form, it's a Vatican stance The Pope Victor the first, the flow spit with a curse The sicker the verse, the more bodies to stick in the dirt Wait around, I'mma pick you a hearse I like them long black ones, drive around while spinning on two wheels It's whatever you feel, blue steel On black day, silver clouds when the mack spray Turn rappers back into clay My mind's a museum filled with microphone exhibits Of rhymes that I write, that look like pictures (Ras Ka**) Aiyo, my technique is bezerk, bezerk, I'm better than ya'll n***as Pull ya f**ing skin off like a T-shirt We taught, no remorse, donate aborted rappers for skin cell research I spit a few bars, and n***as is Fubar You wouldn't ride on me if you was driving two cars, homey The mind of Caesar Augustus, rocking a caesar Eating a caesar salad in August Plus I'm allustrious, I've been with the boys Born and raised in L.A. by monster Co-D's Slowly chose the dark side for ice cold forties Like Obi-Wan Kenobi with an iced out Rollie And might f** a white b**h, don't get it f**ed up Love black chicks, but they don't like to s** nuts So tell me what the hell am I suppose to do It's like sipping siz-urp, in youth and I'm suppose to screw Talk slimey like Oprah, people sh** backwards Just to make Harpo out of Oprah Ras spit sicker than most groups put together Cuz ya'll put together, I put foot to leather And walk over dead bodies, like Rise of the Machines Don't be suprised, n***a, it's Idi Amin Rappers get 'ate' up, like that number on Kobe's jersey God dammit it, I pop that swervy (Canibus) Canibus, the only M.C. on Earth, That did geophysical research, about the new rebirth The Sun turn the Earth, to rotisserie dirt Listen 'fore you start dissing me first, this'll be worse Twelve degree pole shift, displace the ocean They send space probes in, they come back broken Armageddon omen, Planet X inbound That rapidly approaching, none of us are chosen Field manual, two zero dash four six Your life's getting away, you better run for it Population reduction, ma** destruction The reset bu*ton is coming and some of us love it The return of Niburu, we will prepare you Stay away from the media, they will scare you Rappers respect beef, tactics and technique I'mma show you how the best compete, let's peep My verse on the mic, is a surgical strike Of herbal delight with no personal life Live Saturday Night, sacrifice, batter the mic Jab to the left, jab to the right (Kurupt) I'm the scripture sculpture, volcanic You ignoramous, I'm the future Volcanic vulture, proverb I fire words, test this cannon All opponents, poetry Leonist Spartan, you just can't sink me Shots, Hell's Kitchen, to Hellsinki Since I was born, it's all about roaming Since the Roman wars, I've been Caesar Master seizures, master of diseases Throughout the legions, temperature's beyond degrees Terrifying like Saddam allegiance Ingenius, f** ya, I don't wanna have to bust ya open But I think you're looking too closely And I don't wanna have to bust ya eyes, f** it f** your eyes, f** your momma, f** the drama Who needs it, who like it, who bleeds it Who think it, who smoke it, who drink it Mothaf**a, I'mma start shrinking Each and every one of you n***as, b**hes particles You walk in and get read like articles Shredding, I'mma teach all of ya'll How to start poetry, beheading, of the headless Horsemen, n***a Read the perscription, try it once, instantaneous addiction If you ever wanna see me H-O-R-S-E-M-E-N, n***a, n***a, n***a