Artist: Hell Razah f/ Killah Priest Album: Black Presidents, Vol. 1 Song: Maccabee House (Premix) Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Killah Priest] You know my name is Priest Maccabeus Razahsance Maccabeus, Ambassador Maccabeus You heard when you see it? [Killah Priest] As the night gets passed with darkness My whole hood becomes a forest Cops are like prehistoric wolves and Torontosaurus Move slow like the tarantula comin out a carcus Then I jet through my projects like a T-Rex Squeeze Tecs at neanderthal and leap up steps With the Black Panther's claw, I swing around realms Heart racin, know I'm bound for jail Will I make it to the rooftop? I don't know, time will tell It's Roswell in these hood streets, murderers dwell Unidentified flying objects come from a revolver's cartridge Niggaz lyin in the pavement, face disfigured like they're monsters There's no honor amongst the thieves, the cops, the feds It's the grief, the thilla, cut the block they're dead I reach for the nine milla, the shots just spread like webs From the widow spider, feel the chills from the realest writer With no heart, beyond ink I will shoot my dart [Chorus X2: Hell Razah] It's the Maccabeez/Maccabee House Be careful of the doors you open Cuz it might be ya casket closin [Hell Razah] We got it locked like the Solomon's key, obviously The fruit don't fall, too far from the tree So my seeds'll be a prophet like me Before they grow into a Maccabee Surrounded by snakes and phalacies Laid the leaves at the speed of an owl, wrote novels And send for the heads of Bush and Colin Powells I rest on the thirteeth floor with the broken elevators My mind be as vivid as John the revelator Call me Razah the Renaissance, the Icon, Polaroid Build with the killas that's broke and unemployed I ain't tryin to go feminine to sell like Eminem I'm 8 Miles ahead of 'em, blowin the breath at 'em My weapons by biochemical, I ain't gimickal You dealin with the future of the cyber-criminals 2010, more goons movin in Men came from the womb so we soon die in sin I'm a room in the room, don't turn my doorknob I ain't St. Valentine but I'm still a heart throb It's the Renaissance Child, replace the art they rob I don't place it on the walls now I place it in bars [Chorus X2]