Artist: Killah Priest Album: Elizabeth Song: Real Rap Shit Typed by: DaSun Akbar [Killah Priest] 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 (Hook) This that real shit That real shit Shalom ock I spit that real shit This that real shit That real rap, that real shit [Killah Priest] 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 (Hook) [Killah Priest] 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 (Hook) [Killah Priest] 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 Sťance 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 (Hook) (Outro) 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!