[Intro: Hell Razah, (Killah Priest)]

[imitating the beat]

Yeah, yeah, uh, 9-7 y'all

Yeah, uh, Sunz Of Man y'all

Yeah, uh, New York to California y'all (Valley Of Kings)

Yeah, huh, yeah (Valley Of Kings)

Yeah, uh, yo



[Chorus x2: Hell Razah]

To make the worse get better

We gotta come together

As one mind that's ready for whatever



[Killah Priest]

Singin our holy anthem

Lampin with all my handsome grandsons

Strong as Sampson, inside my gold mansion

Built upon a hill, located over Israel

The city of emeralds, the land of many treasures

May our flag stand forever, band together

By the ancestors, until they transgress ya

Put his hand upon the letter

We used to conquer everywhere we wandered

Reign with honor, until we stepped upon the

Fertile soil, royal, shinin like alumuninum foil

Ancient kings from the Bysatine, blowin steam

From our nostrils, hostile, listen to the gospel

To alternate the mind state

Spillin wine from the blood of grapes

Over my iron breastplate, got my opponent in checkmate

Egyptians is my musicians, Christians is my beauticians

The sound of the trumpet gives me comfort

Peasants bring my presents, for a blessing

A restin under the moon crescant

Haven't search the whole earth

The outskirts of the universe

KP, your majesty, the magnificent, heaven sent

God's gift, ever so swift

Another round of applause and encore as the lions roar

The chief war lord



[Prodical]

In these dark days of Vietnam

Death is a pawn, that's word is bond

Sound the alarm, we surround calm

Barin arms, spark a megatron

Rockin charms, true and livin Islam

Supreme's wisdom becomes a realistic sitcom

On the grounds of Brooklyn

Central Booking through good Crooklyn

So, until then I make ends meet, war the beast

In the streets of heat, move industry, formation concrete

Medina soldier, mathematical, alphabetical

Quote an intelligent sire, contain the element of fire

Mental igniter, who said to school ya 'bout the liar

As it was bitin, writin in the books over Ovadiah

I shower tiger soul with papaya

Original soul writer, the golden fighter

Swift, clever like the tiger

So, on the contrary, you can get bloody like mary

Head flown like the tooth fairy, crushed like some berries



[Chorus x3]



[Hook: Hell Razah]

Birds of a feather fly together

The wise and the clever last forever

Never say never



[Hell Razah]

From the ghetto, not the suburbs

First ye observe me, come serve me

All high under my Godfather's derby

Style that be Earthly, you heard of me

Satan can't curse me, I perfer my by bein dirty

Stayin sterdy, watch the birdy, make you beg for some mercy

A motionless attempt to want to hurt me

Out for big cops that wanna search me

But their justice don't deserve me

This world don't concern me

Children of the prophets in the projects gotta hustle for a profit

Before we hit Apocalypse, thieves dig your pockets

Begin to notice they're Earth's hostages

The wicked rule, cash rules

Stash jewels in your head that be brain food

Show and prove, go back to black schools

I smack fools, tryin to give me back the shackles

Don't make me clap you

My niggaz carry glocks, gettin sexed up in homemade mariotts

Sit back and we plot a lot

Move with the ninja type and the Nazis like society

The wisely, FBI's can't even keep an eye on me



[60 Second Assassin]

Blessed be the meak...

Blessed be the meak in the valley of the kings

Yo, I be that maker, owner, cream, when I'm plannin

Was schooled by my man, but my name ain't branded

Branded as the world turns, from the clause, FA mob, what

Shhh from the start, best to roll from your heart

Puttin 'nam on the map, FA rock full of trap, diamonds and emeralds

And nothin but tools, for the knowledge of a fool

Is the wisdom of the dead, drownin in the pools

I've been schooled, we trade gold, drinkin royal wine

While me in my mind, some roots

They're in the Valleys of Kings, truth

In shinin armor, both kings killin rap in your drama

Since one the rhymer, made kids bring the drama

FA rock, your last stop, bringin it off the curb

The last serb on the other side of 1-23rd

Anti-up the chump, you're bitchin, tough

It be the kings callin bluffs

To make the worst get better

We got four kings who love it wetter

Bring on your bloodbath, we'll let ya

And it'll be a 60 Sec. pleasure



[Hell Razah]

Supreme Kourt, yeah



[Chorus x2]



[Hook]



[Chorus x2]



[Hook]



[Various talk from Hell Razah to fade]