Killah Priest - Real Rap Shit lyrics

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The Priest writes like Shakespeare on dope tryptamine

Acid tablets, unfocus when I wrote this sixteen

The savage graphics, display his madness

Heads full of stars and planets

Eyes and mouths shoot lasers and beams upon the canvas

Rappers beware, the Mantinian

Customize rhyme in his hardrive

Above the dark skies, open up his archives

His bars provide, I hang words up in ya dome

My chair becomes a throne

I snatch ya body out of ya bones

Body of God, so big I can't fit in a Mosque

I can't fit in a Synagogue

My head is the galaxy, my center is Mars

My pen's the Milton Bradley, fun pool

For thugs and goons to play in

Happy 12-gauge and mac-10's, telescopes

With the photography film

I spit that artistry flam

Rap gats snap shots

A biblical rose and prophecy lens

This that real shit

That real shit

Shalom ock

I spit that real shit

This that real shit

That real rap, that real shit

It's like Demerol, write rhymes my skin will crawl

Light's dim, sweat roll from my chin will fall

A sweat pool of jewels

Work the pencil like a tool

Black faces, white cloth

Brothers from the Synagogue

Pause, Jesus on Ecstasy pills

A hydro-prophecy electro endorphins released thrills

Spill cringe up his grill

Spread love or shed blood

Lead buss, red flood

Twelve thousand characters in my mind barium

My mental have flesh

Words are the swords from the stone poem

A T-Rex caliber, Doctor Mindbender

My nurse squirts the syringes as she entered

The surgeon emerging, latex glove

When do I begin? Rhymes elevate the child world

Curious kid, mind of Priest

Mysterious rhymes increase

Pyramids designed in the East

Lines get deep, ever learning playhouse with the gauge out

Stars implode and explode

Take ya hoody off ya forehead with doubts

Ya style is machine washed and dried

Extra cycles for you wack writing dudes

Fabric softer and dyed

Cut off his thigh, hang 'em outside

All y'all niggas is wack now

No cheerleading in the background

Backhand smack you clowns

Who wanna get down?

See I'm King like the Emperor of Beijing

Who put his words up in the solar-screen

I'm what the lion told his cub those were dreams

Orion rhyming Osiris papyrus

Pilot brush soon as the King eyes shut

The volcano Priest erupts

Woool hook up the beat

Now I'm making some more, after hip-hop death

The resurrection, the future blows out his breath

I spit, split morgues into two

Skeleton rapping in veteran's jacket

With medals and badges

Bad medicine, reaction, the pills don't work

From the hills I lurk

From the fields they search

Life after life, feel these verse

Man, fuck y'all, Sir Lancelot plots is flop

I'm Arthurian with glocks, my bars are barium

The Barbarian, move, watch this smooth alien in clots

Shock you swim in aquarium with shark

Watch the thick glass, bitch ass!

Reach for the mic and get ya wrist slashed

Psychic doctrine, spit with Solomon oxygen

Purple seasoned with olive skin

The virtual of Jesus is what I follows in

Stand like Giza, invade like Ottomans

Aura from the Torah

Horror from Walter make me the Killah Priest with ya head to offer

Light the Menorahs, sprinkle the waters

Séance from the graveyard

The grey shark crayons, clay chalk

Days are dark, write a flow that'll enlighten the globe

It's raining; you seem to hate fire bowls

And one flaming soul, it's Priest

The mystique of a Beast with the mic when he writes

He's the light; he can burn any emcee you know

Man, can't deal with the God, u'no'I'mean?

Line for line, yeah, it's that real shit

Yeah, it's what y'all wanna see right?

You wanna just see me spaz out on the mic

Uh, yeah, it's time to get 'em, let's go!