Killah Priest - Wu Hoo Freestyle lyrics

rate me

I spit fire; exist in worlds that may be higher than yours

Little boys run play with your toys

Fingerprints in the universe, I move asteroids

Paranoid, I go deeper than you, pass a void

Rap, enjoy art full of secrets, come rappers, get destroyed

They call me the King of the Heathens, for reasons

I start squeezin', buss off rhymes, like a couple of nines

Cup full of wine; sip the niggas that's trippin'

My mind's a millennium, shootouts in space and Amphibians

Plenty guns, African race and half Indian

One third Phoenix bird and Reptilian

Dark-ages, new-age, call me Mantanian

Chair turn into a throne, I'm Justinian

Ruthless, fist turn into stone, I kill many men

Nine-hundred souls of God

Seven universes of sun, moon, the globe and the star

It's in my heart, so of course in God's form

When I spit, niggas just don't hear my shit, they log on

Check the inbox, when I press in, it's Hip-Hop

Homepage of rage, more things to watch

I send 'em a link, the more they think...

Pop-up, hard luck, bars of snuff, the screen touch

Within my head is all a jury of King Tut

I hard and I jerk off my pen, my ink bust

I cobra clutch the mic with incredible grip

I spit unforgettable shit, till your edible click

Your Beretta's don't spit, you have barrette and some hips

No homo, fuck around, you'll be in medical stip

The rhyme pump shotty, gave 'em a hell of a lift

It's the 'Psychic World of Walter Reed'

All can bleed, force from, tank top tattoos

But his name is Shirley, early