Killah Priest

Killah Priest - Mind As A Weapon lyrics

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(feat. Hell Razah)

[Hell Razah]

4th Disciple, what what, Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man.. Heaven Razah, Killah Priest

Killah Priest, knowI'msayin'?

Prodigal Sunn, 60 Sec... 60 Sec. (yeah)

The Ambassador, yeah, ha, what?

Check.. yo.

[Chorus x3: Hell Razah w/ ad-libs]

Sunz of Man, what? We come together like gasses of The Sun

There comes a time without no money, drugs and guns

Just the Mind as a Weapon for the blind, deaf and dumb

[Hell Razah]

Here we come, here we come, use the truth to overcome.

Here we come, here we come, here we come.

After my dagger enters, blood drips from ya liver

I set up real world niggaz out like I'm Tommy Hilfiger

Take the motive vibe, eye of a killer

Place drugs and arms on drug dealers

Satan says "Satan get behind me"

Georgio Armani, custom garments made from Godbody

I said the truth hurts ya weak spot like karate

Illuminati/FBI's couldn't watch me

You won't survive with a Versace

or when the gunshot hit ya body

I'm on some next shit, it's a war, get out ya Lexus

You on my guest list, so choose ya exit

to ya deathwish, the useless get buried my a homocidal of unnecessary

We be drinkin' royal wine, pumpin' wine berries

I never drink the blood of Mary, ya ass don't scare me

The enemy is my worst enemy

Virus to this music industry, come and deliver

ya water, ya penalty, niggaz they be killin' me

like they mobsters from Italy

Meanwhile Kings hate Queens in captivity

Al Capone clones and brains in slave chains

Check the herobome, transportin' through white robes

Headphones and telephones, to make the unknown known

Before sticks and stones broke bones

We was conquerin', Roman gold robes

Kidnapped, naked away from home, now we red guest rolls

Called by Jon Doe now with the Red Rose, the communists

Snakes transform like Optimus Prime to a suit and tie

My mind detects like a lie detector

We don't need Gadgets to be Inspectors

The only knowledge, got on Mecca reflectors

Ain't nothin' funny, I burn ya rap clothes and ya money

There's too many crash test dummies

Wearin' shades cuz the truth gets too sunny

Me and my true fam', we spread history like a museum

put ya guns down and use ya two hands

Keepin' documents stack like the paper at a newstand

The old man ordered the Mr. Officer to stop the lock up

The black orchestra, scuba divers in Nautica drownin'

in the blood, road warriors don't budge

I offer the same office of death of a life of a slave

Bright light keep the bats in the caves

Some sold their soul to the Devil to get paid in bundles

Betray sense, back to the grave in the jungle

And the camouflage nation never change, now they're humble

Makes the world rumble.

They shock the world from all, skyscrapers crumble

And the running back fumbles

[Chorus x3 w/ ad-libs]

[Killah Priest]

Killah Priest

We used to wear Cuffies studded with Rubies

But now we into Gucci, Tommy Gunns and mob movies

Kids ya get robbed for ya lucci

My black woman, so many names, something

Their whole wind, sting

For ya mind and I'll be the string

Use a form of Yoga, turn my mic into a King Cobra

Pull out ya brain Nova, my album'll touch you like the death of Malcolm

Stalk prey like a falcon

When I design poems, each line shines like a rhinestone

Will leave ya mind blown, lost in a timezone

Politicians follow traditions, they got Clinton spittin'

Some are supersticious, a group of witches

Reduced to bitches, everyday they shoot switches

I'm on the loose takin' pictures

at all the Devils, I drop science like metal

Black as Othello, heat up a mic like a kettle

The kid says, "Settle down.. down.. down"

I'm supernatural, factual, actual, the master

My garment is laced in Jasper

Jade, amber, the ladies pull out their cameras

at the 7 Shield Commander

Salute the troops when I was away to recoup'

As a juvenile is when I had to prove style

Was too cock', it made him shake in his boots

Must choose spot between Gates and Truth

And got with the boys and did biz and got lig

Re-nig and made noise like toys and kids

Words around the block, the cops versus us

And got my glock cocked now I'm ready to bust

Aimin' at Jack with two gats, who to shoot at

They moved back.. but hold up before we do that

Let's do a rally in the alley

And niggaz that'll rally in the valley, ready to retali-

ate, why realize the hate from the trials and their dates

Doin' miles, so they foul from the state

Or do abort their health and aborted all their self

I hold my ammunition cuz I take the sword of delf

Vicious, whoever seem suspicious, hit him, leave him twisted

Just lost my job and got evicted

Thugs and drug dealers gettin' slugs and squealers

They hug the killers and drink mugs of Miller's

And have ya vexed in a hold up while the cops eatin' donuts

Families is broke up, families is broke up

Families is broke up.

Broke up.. broke up, what?

Killah Priest and Hell Razah

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