k**ah Priest - The k**ah lyrics

(Intro) Watch this guy, he's k**ed a lot of rappers You just gotta check his motives, his styles I want everything on this dude [k**ah Priest] A cool guy, quiet low key but still blow heat Don't smoke but knows how to roll trees A ladies man, 'two-step' his favorite dance Expensive restaurants, kid's a vaunt, lives by himself Owns rare paintings of the Renaissance - in different art Likes cla**ical music, a**a**in's movement His cash is fluid, Froogle, type his name in Google Wikipedia, Encyclopedia, YouTube media They got his name but no birth date He k**s rappers in the worst way He snatches their brains from his skulls Slam it to the floor to see what they would think Or if they're thinkin' anymore He rhymes from the back of the crowd He neva acts wild, the Don profile dig his style He catches them after the stage then puts them on display He's often calm, predictive, crazy Talks to 'em while he cuttin' of their arms (Hook) He's the k**ah *on repeat* [k**ah Priest] Murder is the color of d**h The artist's the k**ah He leaves ink in a mess The Mic is a weapon wheneva threatened He brings on Armageddon, he shows regression You seem 'em keep steppin' He's in and out in different cars - a psycho Have used the body of his victim at the morgue He speaks other languages; he talks to Angels from cliffs He sowed, usually blocks the sun when he sits He once broke a rapper in half Then put 'em back together all bad Another emcee thought he was nice He didn't know he was battlin' for his life When this rapper strike, he neva hits the same spot twice This is his hype, this is his weight This is his duplicate of his rhyme book We took from our safe These are his words; see how they're written like daggers This is a sample of his page DNA One spit it could split matter We got leads to his next hit His map points to where he would go... American Music Award Show (Hook)