Militant

[Intro: Killah Priest] It's too militant, it's too militant Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo [Killah Priest] Aiyo, we night breathe, move through the night at light speed With Timb's on, baggy denims and white tees We rest inside our tents, with Mr. Lightly The right trees turn my eyes to Chinese Then speak like Israelite, become Christ A crown of thorns placed on my head and gun fights Escape through the night, for holdin' my sons tight Chased by shadows, runnin' towards the lights Relatin' to pharaohs, I speak from peace pipes Each night, then you burn all friends of 'dro Givin' praises due, abundance of dough Held by the ebony prince, heavenly set Down to the streets where we plan our revolt Amongst strangers, and clouds of weed smoke Addicts and heartless that love to deep throat I sit amongst goons, gangsta, ex-felons Ex-cons, addicts discussin' our rebellion On the phone with reverends, holdin' up my weapons Waitin' for the beast to set off Armageddon [Chorus 2X: Killah Priest & Kurupt] It's too militant, throw your gats up Nigga, wanna act up, nigga get clapped up, what It's too militant, throw your fists high Let that catch a whip ride, nigga, we split five, why [Killah Priest] It's too militant.. I shoot through trench coats, don't trust kin folks Keep my friends close, so I can watch 'em Through hard laughter, never know what he's plottin' Hunger, then he slipped his hands in your pockets Clip your wallets, it's nothin' personal, it's just projects Watchin' a videotape of Christopher Wallace Footage exposed, bullet holes in the side of his jeep We hold it in, 'til we collide with police Ride for 2Pac, and all the soldiers every been shot Though they body rot, they spirit rest inside of my pen Each of 'em tune in, I write the Blueprints that's Stillmatic Build with Arabs, my mic can heal the masses Or feel the caskets, I studied the books of Iron Octopus Ladies ride the hook, niggas spit the verses A pit of serpents, stand and curved in a s shape Then I make your death date I'm hell spawned, drawn near the Hell's gate The Indian lady warned me an old man, with pale face She said "Fork tongue make painful kisses And Priest, when you talk, all the angels listen" [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Killah Priest] It's too militant..