[Killah Priest]

It's time..



I'm tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiers

With rare paintings and fine sculptures, they spoke blatant

Their nine's loaded, they put a gat to the back of the blind poet

I want to cry but I try and hold it, one of them notice

Crack me over the skull with a crime motive

They made a toast to my death, I rose to my feet

With the heat close to my flesh

May I say these last words to my enemies passing the Earth?

Laughing at my passion and merge, "Ok, kill me if ya'll wanna"

Slay me and never play the corner, cold winters

You're all gonners, tell your momma call the coroners

You get me, and God gets you, it makes sense don't it?

In the heat of the moment



[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]

In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel

The heat from my chrome kick, I can't sell

You hit an opponent, the shit gets real

In the heat of the moment, ya'll know the deal



[Killah Priest]

After the sunshine there's rain, after the laughter there's pain

After my chapter there's flames, after the rapture the master shall reign

Shockwaves blacken the terrain, and man looks strange

Open the book, see I'm king, read my name, and see thy wings

Believe I changed, I went with the horse, slept at the pastor's door

Heard the whispers through my enemy's walls

Rode the elevator to the thirteenth floor

Console with Gandi, since God placed his hands upon me

I rose up commanding the army, demanding my laundry

Talk to monks, holding a pump, ya'll niggaz wanna roll, what ya'll want?

Shout at satan, shout at the pagans, cats wavin', one of the brave men

Priest



[Chorus x2]



[Killah Priest]

I know somewhere my assassins await, setting traps at my place

Phones tapped, all my actions are traced

I lay back strapped at the waist

Who's this bitch with a match in my face

I don't know, "Don't smoke 'em, thank you"

Slipped somethin' in my drink with an ice cube

Nice move, bright jewels, she's with this white dude

She said "I like you, I'm in the right mood,"

And she comes with a price too, but as the night grew

She saw the black heart, the Archangel Michael

My gats spark vital, her arms show track marks

Close the rival

Priesthood



[Chorus x3]



[Outro: Killah Priest]

Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you

Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you

Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you