Killah Priest - Psychic Priestyles lyrics

rate me

The most amazin', my raps appraised them

Priest the made men, as far as rap, my heart been jaded

Carve his face in, mask like Jason

Rock the stars like a bracelet

As far as evil go, I possess Satan

Turn off the lights nigga, quiet the Grand Mason

The first one to approach you, alien invasion

Telescope look at the sun, moon, stars

Of 'KP's engraved in

I'm here but up there is where the rhymes are created

My style hunt niggas like Emily Rose

Plenty of flows

The four-four waist is usually where the semi would go

Unless it's the Uzi and it's a beauty since I broke off his nose

Now it hits more then one when I fire

From the tongue of the Messiah

Y'all rappers are all washed up, throw 'em in the dryer

Nah, I'd rather hang 'em outside on the wire

Y'all rappers must love death

Go against me is like holdin' ya breath

Bullet proof skin inside my mind, my brain's holdin' a tec

Y'all rappers are dead now

Get ready cause y'all rappers are dead now

Get ready cause I am comin' now

Get ready cause publicist is dead now

My rap's proof of gangstas and bosses smokin' cigars

Fine eloquent ladies walkin' around with no bras

It's a magazine full of stained glass kings

I'm the last hope for mankind like what the Nazareth seen

Magnificent, beef? I'll blast from the genes

No agent or booth, I stay in the youth rappin' 16's

The Psychic World of Walter Reed is royalty

Respect the loyalty, biter is an act of forgery

I deal with them corrigibly

Accordingly I wrap the mic cord around their knees

Then I snatch back till they look like midgets

Something indigenous, I spit fuckin' ridiculous

All of them think your style is fuckin' nuts

Well welcome to syphilis

I usually grab a bitch by her weave

Like bitch I told you to leave

She's like "Nah Priest, please! "

One destiny, one dynasty, one king

Drivin', starrin' at the horizon

Glarin', compare me to Orion

More like Osiris, two sided, like the Gemini

But it's Priest the Lion

The Leo, Cleo, psychic, I get deep with this rhymin'

Writin', so many people tried to deny 'em

But he keeps climbin'

Yo, my man hung his phrase up in the air

It said "PWOWR" caught his words let it sit in my ear

For days, many hours

While in the shower, the heat fog up the mirror

Water drip to a letters, it couldn't be clearer

It spelled: P.W.O.W.R.

I saw my face in black space around couple of stars

Come drink the wine of my realness

From the cup of the Gods

Or eat the grapes of my wrath, blood from my bars

My man lit up the haze

The gray smoke showed us the end of days

Hip-Hop's in a dead state, I bet it come out of them graves

The Psychic World of me, it's not a PG

It's the autobiography of the unknown hottest emcee

Neva get noticed, that's why the double is approachin'

Y'all in trouble, the due date's closin'

Give back my style, let go of my flow

Come out of my king's robe, leave my kingdom

There's a difference between me and them and me and him

It's Priest amongst the immortal men

Prepare nigga, 'Psychic World of Walter Reed'

It's difference between me and them

'Psychic World of Walter Reed' nigga comin' soon