Artist: Killah Priest f/ Empuls Album: The 3 Day Theory Song: Brolic Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, Empuls, Man Bites Dog, Killah Priest [Killah Priest] They call me Priest, La Shiek, a hammer fiest Genie apparrel, stick to my barrel, since like a pharaoh Of Egypt, we lick, mad hoes like a freaknik Chickens come on in they bath robes Afros, black gold, Castros, seventies The lettery, S.O.U.L. I flow too well, platforms, proud to perform Pops, mats was strong, brandy in them plastic cups He laugh, I puff, the herb smoke, rocking them fur coats The way he broke his hat was tough Sixty waves, seventy braids, nineties fade Find me laid up with the dime pieces Rhyme releases, design the thesis Demonic creases, my sneakers with white painted on like Easter eggs Stocking caps over my seeds and shades Describe the features, brolic, plus I can spit that knowledge I am, God, plus I'm always about it Who you know who could flow with wordplay, take a survey No matter what you herbs say, it'll still be Priest The masterpiece, you rappers geek Out over this nigga flow, gorilla You no killa, not a masterful, classical Rappers food for thought, too much salt It's high blood pressure, check this thug lecture It gets dirty as the mud wrestlers, knowhatimean? [Chorus 2X: samples] Brolic, brolic, brolic, brolic, brolic Prophecy, brolic with knowledge Big head knowledge Tried to get brolic? Ask me if I'm trying to kick knowledge [Empuls] We come in bringing the fun then pumping the bass for your supper Something amazingly cunning up in the place with my brother Sufficating these suckas, smothered the masons just covered Covered the ways of no other, I'll fuck your face and you'll love it Public execution, everybody grab a stone Old fashion ones, ya'll done finish up, swagger home Traveling master, all back on the saddle, stay in your classical Clavical, that'll emasculate your babies Better handle it with lucky hands, never panic Repremanded amateurs, for his band it's gotta set a standard Silverbacking it, skill in the track, immaculate Killing the Babylonian, throwing that tabernacle shit Priest, hit the vermin with a burning sermon The beat kicks, get a urgent me to load the verses Fertile surface for fresh growth and no pest Keep the atmosphere around you with my coke breath You gonna get bitched, hungry as a muzzled lions Eat what we wanna in this wild country crying, yo From my slow with the roll, hydro planes shout Rain doubt, brain mouth, symetry to gain clout Put two and two together, committed to four-four Melodies are clever, admitted with more raw Little restored, thought progression, son, at wholesale Shitting on these lame duck rappers try they coat tails Feather dusting they blow spot for fingerprints We never touch it, fuck it, crush it, when the banger hits Voice explosive from K fifth, break hits Make shift, elevator flavor I stay spliff Close cannon, I'm standing, manning the battleship Ripping the royal plans for the hand that I ram my cattle with Hammer the nail in coffin, stamina stay with the coughing Gorgeous, my razor be pouring, tossing grenades, I'mma monster It's like that...