Lyrics

[Intro: Killah Priest] Killah Priest, King Masada Landed on a sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged Insane, preaching God's commandment, feel me [Verse 1: Killah Priest] I move through the dark regions and won't stop 'til we even Until you bleeding until you stop breathing Giving careers a severe beating for MCing It's something that I don't take lightly How the fuck you ever invite me to a duel? I drew before I break fool, then I drag MCs Beat 'em down to they knees, grab your necks and squeeze 'Til there's no life left, they lifeless Then micless, what a crisis I give them a good night's rest I break your biceps and triceps, thighs and necks Breast area is the best area Before I bury ya I make sure that you never Ever, ever, ever try that shit no more, know what I'm sayin'? (Word is bond!) Your ambition put you in that fucked up condition Leave you with your own conviction, shit was nonfiction Now you in a state of non-fixing Make you beg for mercy if you ever approach me I blow your head off when I talk, chop off your arms And bash your head in, you know where this shit is heading For a dead-end, stop your sweating Like Otis Reading, got your pants wetting Snuck up on you at your wedding, at your honeymoon Turn that shit into doom Turn your rap cassettes into your fucking caskets, you goddamn bastards Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye The good to your bye, your question to your why? The wing to your fly, low to your high The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry I drop in it, cleanse the Earth My place to birth, Islam gave the I [Verse 2: Killah Priest] The men who praise the grave Ceremonies from religious cults, half man and half goat Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes We followed ghosts, our nose inhale the smoke Fire breathing dragons, I rub the gold lantern To the see the future through the crystal ball The triple walls official once the missile fall Offense see the coffin Often I fell at the doorstop coughing I heard the pipe organ (cough) Saw some men of a white origin I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan and George Bush Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf Upon the brazen altar Six men offer their only daughter, splashing holy water I ran for the camcorders, now I'm plagued with curses I roam the Earth's surface, snatchin purses Allergic to catholic churches, what's the purpose Religious worship is worthless I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the Saints were married But now they buried 'cause of Satan's fury, I face the jury Held in court like Christ nailed to a cross Confront my knowledge like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace The government wants my wallet [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye The good to your bye; your question to your why? The wing to your fly, low to your high The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry I drop in it, cleanse the Earth My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye The good to your bye; your question to your why? The wing to your fly, low to your high The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry I drop in it, cleanse the Earth My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye The good to your bye; your question to your why? The wing to your fly, low to your high The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry I drop in it, cleanse the Earth My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye The good to your bye; your question to your why? The wing to your fly, low to your high The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I [Outro: Killah Priest] If you don't know... now you know Killah Priest, now you know [Outro 2: Malcolm X] We believe in the resurrection of the dead We believe that the 20 million black people in America In the last day will be taught the truth The trumpet of truth will sound in your ear, as its being sounding today The trumpet of truth, and as truth strikes your ear, it strikes your heart It will open your eyes, it will open your ears, it will make you stand up It will do the same thing for you that truth did for the dry bones in the valley Because the picture of dry bones in the valley is talking about you The picture of Lazarus laying dead four days is talking about you You are Lazarus, you are the dry bones You are the prodigal son, you are the lost sheep