Artist: Killah Priest f/ Ol' Dirty Bastard Album: Heavy Mental Song: If You Don't Know Typed by: Sean D, OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Killah Priest] Killah Priest... King Masada Landed on this sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged Insane, preachin God's commandment, feel me I move through the dark regions, and won't stop 'til we even, until you bleedin, until you stop breathin Givin careers a severe beatin for emceeing; it's something that I don't take lightly, how the fuck you ever invite me to a duel, I drool Before I break fool, then I drag MC's Beat em down to they knees, grab your necks and SQUEEZE Until there's no life left, they lifeless You're micless, what a crisis I give them a good night's rest I break they biceps, and triceps, thighs and necks Breast area, is the best area Before I bury ya, I make sure that you never ever, ever, ever, try that shit no more KnowhatI'msayin? (Word is bond!) Your ambition, put you in that fucked up condition Leave you with your own conviction, shit was non-fiction Now you in a state of non-fiction Make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me I blow your head off, when I talk, chop off your arms and bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin for a dead-end, stop your sweatin like Otis Redding, got your pants wettin Snuck up on you at your wedding, at your honeymoon turn that shit into doom ANd turn your rap cass-ettes, into your fucking caskets You God damn bastards Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye Gave you those toes to crawl, so walk on by I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye The good to your bye; your question to your why The wing to your fly, low to your high The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's My place of birth Islam gave me the eye [Killah Priest] The mental brave the grave, the ceremonies from religious cults, half man and half goat Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes We followed ghosts, our nose in hella smoke Fire breathin dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern to the see the future, through the crystal ball The triple walls official once the missile fall Offence, see the coffin, often I fell at the doorstop coughin, I heard the pipe organ (cough) Saw some men of a white origin I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and George Bush Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf Upon the brazen altar, six men offer their only daughter splashin holy water I ran for the, camcorders, now I'm plagued with curses I roam the Earth's surface, snatchin purses Allergic to catholic churches, what's the purpose Religious worship, is worthless I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints were married But now they buried cause of Satan's fury, I faced the jury Held in court, like Christ nailed to a cross Confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace The government wants my wallet [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Killah Priest] If you don't know... now you know Killah Priest, now you know [Malcolm X] We believe in the resurrection of the dead We believe that the 20 million black people in America in the last day will be taught the truth The trumpet of truth will sound in your ear, as its being sounding today The trumpet of truth, and as truth strikes your ear, it strikes your heart it will open your eyes, it will open your ears, it will make you stand up It will do the same thing for you that truth did for the dry bones in the valley because the picture of dry bones in the valley is talking about you the picture of Lazarus laying dead four days is talking about you You are Lazarus, you are the dry bones you are the prodigal son, you are the lost sheep