[Girl] Yo watch it! Yo what everybody runnin for?
 [KP] This is it... run for your lives
 [Girl] Motherfucker quit pushin!
 [KP] Oh my God  run for your lives
 [Girl] Yo what's goin on?
 [KP] It's coming! It's coming!
 [Girl] Why is y'all runnin?
 [KP] It's over  it's coming
 [Girl] Where y'all going? What y'all running for?
 [KP] It's over  it's moving closer  the sky getting lower
 [Girl] Hey yo, yo!
 [KP] Winds turn colder, Killah Priest soldiers
 [Girl] Wait for me yo!
 [KP] Steamrollers
 [Girl] Whassup motherfucker quit pushin me up!
 [KP] Right there, there, it's over, damn he's right there
 [KP] It's over, it's over
 [Girl] Hey yo who the fuck is that?
 [KP] It's over, run! It's over, run!
 [KP] It's over! It's over!
 *people screaming*
 [Killah Priest]
 All science addicts religious fanatics
 Curiosity seekers biblical preachers historians
 Ritual believers scholars teachers spiritual leaders
 High priests generals seargeants and them rude captains
 Lieutenants lower your gimmicks I'm the hip-hopper
 that'll rock to fill a opera acapella locked cellar
 Watch hell-ah, freeze over take you lower break you bold
 Constrict to hit you like fingertips in your soul
 Put whiskey in your soda or vodka
 Chop you with a blade made of copper
 Kick your head off like a soccer, brawl
 Raw alcohol and it's over, arrest over in October
 Punch a hole through your solar plex, and it's OVER
 I mark X on your chest -- it's over, and bury the dead
 Ain't gonna be no rest
 Just pretend, watch me blow like the dust in a gust of wind
 Flow with the rush when I adjust the pen take you
 miles and miles and miles leave you at the river of the Nile
 Now deliver the vials, fat, found in the pile in the stack
 Books that were took, take a look, back
 As I take you further high into the sky
 where your eyes like vision surprise then dive back
 Vision buildin the b-ombs, upon you peons
 Knowledge you crazy Knowledge we be goin, OFF!
 Now you lost tossed in confusion, saw an illusion
 of the car that started cruisin
 Actual day mathematics were raised to his attic
 What's the weight of a flame, state your name
 But he was afraid of the height, glazed at the light
 Strayed, couldn't stay for the flight
 Ran to his book of rhymes, took up some time
 for the brother to hook up a line
 as if he had a fishing rod, but my mission is God
 Science I be dishin out be hard
 Deep in his eyes, contacts, plus saw beyond that
 Saw the brother couldn't respond back
 Tried to rhyme after me to hold the weight
 but the science done drive dem niggaz shoulder blades down
 Let's take a trip travel through the mind
 and played a trick when he unraveled the rhyme
 Bloodthirsty no mercy when I bomb no thinkin emotions
 Sick him with potions that I've developed
 to make the body swell up like venom
 Once I'm in em then I skin em and skull em
 After that I call em, back from the essence
 Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over!
 Know what I'm sayin? It's over
 The dead bury the dead, it's over
 Your career -- it's over
 All you wack MC's (finish em up) -- it's over
 Finish em up
 The blast, burns back into elements
 Development of gas around the mass of the Earth
 A hundred and ninty six million
 Now a hundred and forty thousand miles are occupied
 by people causin housin
 over this the mind was just browsin
 Thougt I was warm coats, I dispose hope
 of the focus and roast energy toward the enemy
 Now in burnin G's, chemically enforce infinity
 Attack, third eye, what occured my, vocal form into a storm
 went blaow burnin but left him in the crowd wonderin
 Now you wonder on many thoughts you ponder fell asleep
 tryin to seek the beyonder while I would ponder microphones
 Recitin poems, strikin domes to your frightening moans -- of HORROR!
 Speakin evil Hebrew from the Torah
 Slammed the mic it turned to a serpent, open the curtains
 Saw things he couldn't interpret, destroyed the Earth
 Fill it with gunpowder, came build sun power
 Rebuild it in one hour
 Then revealed it through a sunflower shared the shower
 Showin the power of the North Messiah eyes on fire
 Water oxygen you can't comprehend to these strange doc-trines
 Stop the winds, beyond the orbits of Dionne Warwick
 With no broomsticks and magic tricks is this
 Return of the Iron Maiden
 Stomp your corny ass like the Raven
 What's the matter? You frostbitten, you lost your mittens
 It seem you wanted to cross to smitten
 Sec-ret morse from the Christians
 It's over! Killah Priest says, it's over!
 Huh, it's over!
 Your careers is now, finished