Just Some Shit Off the Top

[Killah Priest] 300 blunted scriptures of Hitler's Mixture, Holocaust thoughts 500 bareback slave masters whippin' niggas Pickin' cotton, Bin Laden shockin' 700 Monks wit their teeth rotten speak doctrines A man enters a temple wit his back hunched A dragon lands in the cave near the Caspian Sea A palm reader dreams, materialize to an image of Priest The mic comes on, quiet storm, Killa Beez swarm The lion can't sleep, the monkeys are restless The birds fly from trees An engineer sits at the masters session My A&R brings the disc of the record DJ Woool makes a beat, the booth is empty Instrumental's playin', Preachers begin prayin' Rappers stop rappin', law of attraction Cause and reaction I walk in like the dinosaur in the room Look at me, like fire works in front of the moon The air turns gloom Then I sit back and hear my favorite tune Then I start spittin', you rapper's doomed You rapper's doomed Yeah this is comin' out the brain, kno'I'mean? Insane, back for the second verse DJ Woool whadup? Ight! [Killah Priest] Fuckin' Wonder Woman on top of the Hall of Justice control panel Batman can't even read the image on the channel But here's the moanin' Superman will rise, I throw him He shoots lasers from his eyes I block it like the Lone Shogun My arms transform to guns, blow 'em to the sun Wonder Woman's cryin' I grab that bitch by her brace as she's naked Her tittie is hangin' Aquaman walks in thirsty, my guns bang 'em I make dracula eat cereal, preferably Franken Berry's Fuck like a tank heavy, pull out burners Y'all heart beat fast like the motor on a new Chevy Y'all ready? Everybody gettin' buried I'm the only rapper left, all of y'all favor death All y'all wack, all y'all style's get smacked I keep a 144,000 crowns under my hat My durag ties up, the mind of King Tut Kool G hoodie keeps my wings tucked, don't give a fuck Straight out the dome, kno'I'mean? Pop 'em in his home, yeah, pop y'all crown Priest, yeah, all y'all styles get smacked Across the map, it's like that I just wrote this right now, straight up There's no thinkin', no ink pen, no nothin' Just sittin' down Yeah, come one, come all