[Killah Priest]
I'm fly '85, rock the felines style of Wallabies fresh
To the tip like I'm gold dip
Solar disc, gold plated fade
My whole wrist is jade like a pagan god
My dark beige skin is hard
My jewellery the colour of The Simpsons
Or did I mention the hustler's convention would kill us niggas
And drug dealers flossing, stack jewels made of porcelain
We want land endorsements
Planets surround me like they're marbles
Pluck them, each one of them, you know how God moves
Golf shoes on fly resorts, loft, the size of airports
Fuck your Porsche, I want a spaceship
Shake up your world like when the quake hit
Analyse my rarest thoughts
Aristotle novel, Twelve Apostles
El Dorado's, scales over hot stoves
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All fall down, Honor' the God
I weigh the planet on my pinkie plus I'm one of the stars
Priest lord of lords, can't say it in one accord
The emperor the, the king, the ruler abroad
[Killah Priest]
Gone to the Pope, I'm under oath
Speaking on deacons, judges, reverends, mothers leaving
But hoods covering their head
Nails upon their face saying grace
Mother Teresa believes there is water in their vase
Take communion and old ruins, Soviet Union
Brush occlusion, showing illusions, illuminate
Priest is Henry the Eighth
With plenty of meat and grapes on my plate
Peacock wings, Cheop kings
Handwritings of the Viking left on my paper
Gangsters, roe petals, old mellow
Heart of the Saints
Dark art when my pen departs the ink
Watch the Twelve sit around the carpet and drink
Red wine, ahead of my time
My pistol's the needle when I'm threading them lines
Don't fear me, a jar should be dread in my mind
[Chorus]
