Killah Priest - Stand Still lyrics

rate me

I see you modified your gangsta after seeing me walk

You changed your tone after hearing me talk

Extended your hand and steal my aura

You know the god don't shake on shit

But food, clothing and a glass of water

Though we make love to Jezebels we prey on virgins

We move like Yahuwa in black Excursions

Blood the color of grape wine

Skin tone the color of bronze

I rose from the grave with 9's

And if tears were dollars I'd feed the children

Replace the White House with a project building

I'd stand on top of it, signal in a rocket ship

Hold my dick like I lock down the continent

I'm magnetic, I attract metal L-shaped objects

With hell parallel niggas hit decks

Yo my hand like fire in hell after a shooting

So nigga if you know like I know, keep it moving

'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up

'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up

'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up

'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up

'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up

Fuck that museum heist decode alarms, blowing my palms

Turn the knob slowly hear the click, then we open it

Flee with the rarest canvas, called the Della Strada

A fifteenth-century painting of DaVinci's Belladona

Tie up the Pope, my man's in the Helicopter

Next to the Russian Pilot blowing marijuana

I smell the ganja showing the picture of the black Madonna

Flying over seas full of squids and arowanas

Stole the Mona Lisa in Rome with phony Visas

Disguised as a tourist taking flicks at the Pisa

My cards and my passport reads Dr. Philip L. Glascov

At the airport where the FBI waiting with their taskforce

Cleared customs, pulled the mustache off

A shootout is my last resort

Now we back in the air to the Metropolis, Project shit

Hellhole is bottomless

The beast will crawl out of it

Apocalypse, Communist

Name remains anonymous

Behold the Pale Rhinoceros

It's obvious, don't even shoot it if the shot's a risk

They say I'm too Hitchcockian

When I spit about the projects we in

I'm Jesus resurrected in the drop-top BM

I'm Larry King Live from the hood

Showing scene by scene of murder

So what's good?

Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up

But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up

Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up

I'd be the sign that the gangs of the world throw up

Motherfuckers tell me that I live in the last days

Stupid fucks, you think AIDS is the last plague?

See man made God in his own image

Culture, language and his own limits

Even his own spirit

So he could fool other men

Into believing in his own gimmicks

Stomp the Atlantic, pivot the planet

While niggas turn their cheek to a Catholic faggot

My thological gangsta

Crying if you spit it hard

You get your bitch gang-raped by Minotaurs

No facade or exaggeration

We were born to rule the world after Revelations

You could call it God's wrath or Allah's math

Like in Texas Chainsaw Massacre slash

Bars of death when I spit 'em out

Concentration camp gold ripped out of a Jew's mouth

Melted into Swiss Banks

That's how the world works

We like the Mamluks to America's Ottoman Turks

Fill the country 'til the bottom will burst

Nazi pope, sniper scope shot him in Church

Warrior castle, slavery surviving niggas

Harlem North Philly nobody live-er niggas

Bittersweet Apocalypse I laugh at the end

Gun in your face, that'll be your moment to sin

'Cause when your world is over, mine just begins