Fire Stone - Killah Priest

Yeah, it’s Killah Priest right here, The RZA

You gotta go in on 'em, youknowhatimean

It’s been a long time, a long time coming, play games with him, yo

It’s going on, I’mma go, ight

I spit dope, a triple mean, mixed with Listerine, in my sixteen

Kill rappers pon contact, rap combat

I drop lyrical bombs at, my palms crack

Microphone tribal stone, long gats, bullets get thrown

Tear up your flesh, break your bones apart, complicate your heart

Flatten your arteries, put your brain in a park

It’s hard to breathe, arguably, my niggas glide on the arc

Lyrically, rearrange your face, banana clip for my apes

Nahimean, you know what this is, it’s Priest and the RZA

Ugh, yeah, yeah, we been doing this for a long time

Yo, Wu-Tang, Sunz of Man, we gonna go all the way in

Black heavens, a palace with bulging walls, that push the paintings awkward

Above the broken floors, Roman war

Iron fingers, look, I just broke his jaw

Bodies lay like dolls, coming from the great fog like Greyskull

From a graveyard, through cave walls

Check out the cover, it’s that Malachi Z. York?

Nope, that’s just warped

With a psychic mind and deep thought

From a palace or a shrine with street talk, ready to blow heat off

From other worlds, balance on a see saw

No one’s rougher, hang with Goliath brothers, snatch a table cloth

From the last supper, wrapped around my dome

Just grab the microphone, and spit the bible through poems, I’m in my zone

Youknowhatimean, you know what’s going on

Priest and the RZA, RZA and the Priest

Youknowhatimean, Psychic World, let’s go

I’m like King David, wings waving, psalms in my mouth

Armed in my trials, with gauges

Holy orbs been doused, I’m royal from the 8th house, great bout

Seven churches, seven virgins, seven spirits, seven lurking

Seven stare, seven lamps, seven prayers, seven seals

Seven ant, seven horns, seven angels, seven trumpets, I crack you like the dawn

I break day over your head, pray for the dead, golden veil, chosen hell