Lyrics

[Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah - fuck that! I'm set it off - yeah, yeah, ya shitted Ya in some shit now, son It's on now, motherfuckers can suck my dick I'm back! Fuck that shit! Ready to eat niggas up, beat they ass and e'rything, son I'ma prove this shit, right here Me and my nigga - what!? [Verse 1: Killah Priest] The emperor, chief sinister, street minister Guarenteed in two bars to finish ya React like a cat when he arches back Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip Last Poet's told me this, hit you in your head with my explosive fist Then I finish you off with my tremendous horse-kick What now, nigga? Look at you, talk shit Can't do it 'cause you ain't got no teeth in your mouth And I know you just tired of me beating you out Trained all year in a karate class It took one second, to put your ass in a body bag From a shotty blast, I walk up in the club, your parties don't last I like to pop shit, don't get me started I slap y'all motherfuckers like y'all little kids in kindergarten Squeeze your head till your kidneys harden Now watch this, I'ma call my whole motherfuckin' squadron And tell niggas to just start robbin' 'Cause y'all niggas is fucked up And Brooklyn niggas is really ready to get you I know how to hit you, and cut you open But don't worry 'cause I'ma stitch ya, with a rusty screwdriver [Chorus: Killah Priest] Niggas bop your heads to this, real shit Call up your clicks to this, it's realness You feel this in your streets and village Spare that new shit, Priest killed it Niggas bop your heads to this, real shit Call up your clicks to this, it's realness You feel this in your streets and village Spare that new shit, Bus killed it [Verse 2: Canibus] Yo, yo, yo, yo I'm a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability To run at top speed without bending my knees I destroy shit, pinpoint asteroids in orbit Then, hurl niggas thousands of miles an hour towards it Fuckin' heathens, wrap my hands around your neck region Then I start squeezing 'til you stop breathin' You weaklings is playing tug-of-war with your tongues I knock the teeth out your gums and suck the breeze out your lungs Hit you with a blow your physical frame could never sustain You'll probably never walk ever again Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lying stiff Put you in a HRSMN heimlich and break your spine, bitch Stop crying bitch, before I hit you with the iron, bitch You can't rhyme bitch, the one triple nine's mine bitch The pain'll make your voice change octaves From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage We judge MCs by their lyrical fitness And punish DJs for putting corny stickers on their mixes Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures You'll be scared to leave the club with us You scratch my back, I'll scratch your's bitch I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud Ready to spill your crimson-colored blood The Four Horsemen on the back of four quadripeds Putting four hoof prints on your foreheads, motherfuckers! (There it is!) So bop your heads to that, uh (There it is!) [Chorus: Killah Priest] Niggas bop your heads to this, real shit Call up your clicks to this, it's realness You feel this in your streets and village Spare that new shit, Priest killed it Niggas bop your heads to this, real shit Call up your clicks to this, it's realness You feel this in your streets and village Spare that new shit, Bus killed it [Outro: Killah Priest] Fuckin' pussy emcees gon' get a shot in the eye Y'all niggas talk behind nigga's backs Y'all niggas better bop your motherfuckin' heads before we blow it off Ya fuckin perfume missin idiots Y'all niggas always running, go run and tell that Go on, running, run behind somebody's back Run and tell that and take these fucking slugs with ya We gon' get ya mothafuckin clown Yea...