Heat of the Moment

[Killah Priest] It's time.. I'm tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiers With rare paintings and fine sculptures, they spoke blatant Their nine's loaded, they put a gat to the back of the blind poet I want to cry but I try and hold it, one of them notice Crack me over the skull with a crime motive They made a toast to my death, I rose to my feet With the heat close to my flesh May I say these last words to my enemies passing the Earth? Laughing at my passion and merge, "Ok, kill me if ya'll wanna" Slay me and never play the corner, cold winters You're all gonners, tell your momma call the coroners You get me, and God gets you, it makes sense don't it? In the heat of the moment [Chorus x2: Killah Priest] In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel The heat from my chrome kick, I can't sell You hit an opponent, the shit gets real In the heat of the moment, ya'll know the deal [Killah Priest] After the sunshine there's rain, after the laughter there's pain After my chapter there's flames, after the rapture the master shall reign Shockwaves blacken the terrain, and man looks strange Open the book, see I'm king, read my name, and see thy wings Believe I changed, I went with the horse, slept at the pastor's door Heard the whispers through my enemy's walls Rode the elevator to the thirteenth floor Console with Gandi, since God placed his hands upon me I rose up commanding the army, demanding my laundry Talk to monks, holding a pump, ya'll niggas wanna roll, what ya'll want? Shout at satan, shout at the pagans, cats wavin', one of the brave men Priest Chorus x2 [Killah Priest] I know somewhere my assassins await, setting traps at my place Phones tapped, all my actions are traced I lay back strapped at the waist Who's this bitch with a match in my face I don't know, "Don't smoke 'em, thank you" Slipped somethin' in my drink with an ice cube Nice move, bright jewels, she's with this white dude She said "I like you, I'm in the right mood," And she comes with a price too, but as the night grew She saw the black heart, the Archangel Michael My gats spark vital, her arms show track marks Close the rival Priesthood Chorus x3 [Outro: Killah Priest] Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you