k**ah Priest - Stand Still lyrics

[Blood Sport] I see you modified your gangsta after seeing me walk You changed your tone after hearing me talk Extended your hand and steal my aura You know the god don't shake on sh** But food, clothing and a gla** of water Though we make love to Jezebels we prey on virgins We move like Yahuwa in black Excursions Blood the color of grape wine Skin tone the color of bronze I rose from the grave with 9's And if tears were dollars I'd feed the children Replace the White House with a project building I'd stand on top of it, signal in a rocket ship Hold my dick like I lock down the continent I'm magnetic, I attract metal L-shaped objects With hell parallel n***as hit decks Yo my hand like fire in hell after a shooting So n***a if you know like I know, keep it moving (Hook) Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up [Priest] Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up f** that museum heist decode alarms, blowing my palms Turn the knob slowly hear the click, then we open it Flee with the rarest canvas, called the Della Strada A fifteenth-century painting of DaVinci's Belladona Tie up the Pope, my man's in the Helicopter Next to the Russian Pilot blowing marijuana I smell the ganja showing the picture of the black Madonna Flying over seas full of squids and arowanas Stole the Mona Lisa in Rome with phony Visas Disguised as a tourist taking flicks at the Pisa My cards and my pa**port reads Dr. Philip L. Glascov At the airport where the FBI waiting with their taskforce Cleared customs, pulled the mustache off A shootout is my last resort Now we back in the air to the Metropolis, Project sh** Hellhole is bottomless The beast will crawl out of it Apocalypse, Communist Name remains anonymous Behold the Pale Rhinoceros It's obvious, don't even shoot it if the shot's a risk They say I'm too Hitchco*kian When I spit about the projects we in I'm Jesus resurrected in the drop-top BM I'm Larry King Live from the hood Showing scene by scene of murder So what's good? (Hook) Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up I'd be the sign that the gangs of the world throw up [Immortal Technique] Motherf**ers tell me that I live in the last days Stupid f**s, you think AIDS is the last plague? See man made God in his own image Culture, language and his own limits Even his own spirit So he could fool other men Into believing in his own gimmicks Stomp the Atlantic, pivot the planet While n***as turn their cheek to a Catholic f*ggot My thological gangsta Crying if you spit it hard You get your b**h gang-raped by Minotaurs No facade or exaggeration We were born to rule the world after Revelations You could call it God's wrath or Allah's math Like in Texas Chainsaw Ma**acre slash Bars of d**h when I spit 'em out Concentration camp gold ripped out of a Jew's mouth Melted into Swiss Banks That's how the world works We like the Mamluks to America's Ottoman Turks Fill the country 'til the bottom will burst Nazi pope, sniper scope shot him in Church Warrior castle, slavery surviving n***as Harlem North Philly nobody live-er n***as Bittersweet Apocalypse I laugh at the end Gun in your face, that'll be your moment to sin Cause when your world is over, mine just begins (Hook)