[Intro: Killah Priest] Maccabeez... right there, right there... Yeah... hop steppin' Oh you wanna get right there? Aight...
[Killah Priest] Walk with me, as I creep through the hood Priest Doggy Dogg and I came with all of my wolves Macca, right back at ya Gats tucked, splatter black hah! One shot, lungs stop workin' Gun hot, here come cops searchin' Lurkin', is the one they call Priest Call me the artist they way I draw heat Militant, dilligent, is how I tote pure, nigga I came straight off the cargo ship Use a gold fist, now I throw in eclipse You and ya man in the front get blown to bits Shit... this is not a dude of bushmen This is Priest straight from Brooklyn Look, I've done been in those pens, all them bookings Look man if you wanna survive I suggest you take this and fly or catch five
[Chorus x2: Timbo King] So don't hate if you girl wanna leave with me I've been a Mac since Cornbread, Earl & Me When you hear both samples of the trumpets blow Believe me yo, so pass that kiwi 'dro
[Timbo King] Yeah angels on the dancefloor shakin' their wings (a lot of ass) Showtime, she about to sing I see Usher at the bar, red winin' it up Thug Passion of Christ, fill me cup, we live it up Come as you are, we don't care about ya clothes Got the devils outside, wanna stop our glow Firey eyes, haze off the burnin' bush Lookin' at the video when we was burnin' Bush DJ playin' songs, oldies and goodies Disciples be the bouncers, soldiers with hoodies It's the Maccabee House (Yo Priest, yo Razah.. yo Timbo what up) You act up in here and you get cast out In Club Heaven, the party don't start 'til eleven And we ain't leavin' 'til a quarter to seven If you feelin' what we sayin' holla "Armageddon" If you not on our list then you not gon' get in
[Chorus x2]
[Hell Razah] M's up! I'm a Hennessey sipper, drink the best liquor When Maccabeez combine we form into a dipper Stamp the White House with a Black Market sticker We link like Orion, son, watch ya sister My flow be an '88 renaissance picture When niggaz slept on the A-Train, they'll come get ya We been had Ninas, back for my Adidas Now we stash money in banks of Argentina Hell up in Brooklyn, son I'm Black Caesar I inhale reefer, to exhale ya ego It go from Brooklyn to London to Bethlehem We take shots of petron like we Mexican Tell Bloomberg we feelin' like X again The way Pistol Paul felt if he grabbed a pen It's the Renaissance Child, let the games begin Watch me draw icons of Blacks of Lebanon
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Hell Razah] It's mind over matter Mind movin' everything around us right now KnowI'msayin'? Controllin' this whole shit right now The mind's rulin' everything You see it? You see it? Haha... everything we do right now It's real... the whole world The whole world stepped in We got y'all, y'all logged in right now Maccabeez, y'all logged into themaccabeez.com (hahaha) So don't hate if ya girl wanna leave with me Yeah... Maccabeez, yeah...
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[Killah Priest] Walk with me, as I creep through the hood Priest Doggy Dogg and I came with all of my wolves Macca, right back at ya Gats tucked, splatter black hah! One shot, lungs stop workin' Gun hot, here come cops searchin' Lurkin', is the one they call Priest Call me the artist they way I draw heat Militant, dilligent, is how I tote pure, nigga I came straight off the cargo ship Use a gold fist, now I throw in eclipse You and ya man in the front get blown to bits Shit... this is not a dude of bushmen This is Priest straight from Brooklyn Look, I've done been in those pens, all them bookings Look man if you wanna survive I suggest you take this and fly or catch five
[Chorus x2: Timbo King] So don't hate if you girl wanna leave with me I've been a Mac since Cornbread, Earl & Me When you hear both samples of the trumpets blow Believe me yo, so pass that kiwi 'dro
[Timbo King] Yeah angels on the dancefloor shakin' their wings (a lot of ass) Showtime, she about to sing I see Usher at the bar, red winin' it up Thug Passion of Christ, fill me cup, we live it up Come as you are, we don't care about ya clothes Got the devils outside, wanna stop our glow Firey eyes, haze off the burnin' bush Lookin' at the video when we was burnin' Bush DJ playin' songs, oldies and goodies Disciples be the bouncers, soldiers with hoodies It's the Maccabee House (Yo Priest, yo Razah.. yo Timbo what up) You act up in here and you get cast out In Club Heaven, the party don't start 'til eleven And we ain't leavin' 'til a quarter to seven If you feelin' what we sayin' holla "Armageddon" If you not on our list then you not gon' get in
[Chorus x2]
[Hell Razah] M's up! I'm a Hennessey sipper, drink the best liquor When Maccabeez combine we form into a dipper Stamp the White House with a Black Market sticker We link like Orion, son, watch ya sister My flow be an '88 renaissance picture When niggaz slept on the A-Train, they'll come get ya We been had Ninas, back for my Adidas Now we stash money in banks of Argentina Hell up in Brooklyn, son I'm Black Caesar I inhale reefer, to exhale ya ego It go from Brooklyn to London to Bethlehem We take shots of petron like we Mexican Tell Bloomberg we feelin' like X again The way Pistol Paul felt if he grabbed a pen It's the Renaissance Child, let the games begin Watch me draw icons of Blacks of Lebanon
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Hell Razah] It's mind over matter Mind movin' everything around us right now KnowI'msayin'? Controllin' this whole shit right now The mind's rulin' everything You see it? You see it? Haha... everything we do right now It's real... the whole world The whole world stepped in We got y'all, y'all logged in right now Maccabeez, y'all logged into themaccabeez.com (hahaha) So don't hate if ya girl wanna leave with me Yeah... Maccabeez, yeah...
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