[Killah Priest] Flyin' in my spaceship, seven-hundred Niggas in lobbies, they gettin' blunted Who want it? The power's comin' Spelled P.W.O.W.R. The bloodiest bars, the ugliest scars On the face of my apes Niggas climbin' the gates Banana clips, hammers on hips Niggas put you in the box or a brace Mack-10 tongue, spit shot to ya face So fuck a love lock down Before all the thugs are locked down This is drugs I jot down Hip-Hop's back on the block now And real rap is back now My mic will spray round So ga'head and spit So I can tell you how many germs is in your breath How many brain cells you destroyed And how many you have left So I can tell you about space and depth While you stuck on your wages, my shit is more outrageous Laugh at you, your shit's more outdated So ga'head talk about your cash I'll tell you about the Stock Market crash Mash, my raps are enormous Spendin' your money on cars, you better spend it on a coffin This is digital offering Lyrical offspring, my spirits is callin' Stompin' you roaches, niggas still crawlin'? Nigga, your brain don't produce data You're an old program, Priest is major You're not a killer, an ape or a gorilla You're soft, sorta like a chinchilla Break ya chin like a mirror A thousand years of bad luck You and your crew can hit my Mack trucks Your rap sucks, times up, grind y'all in a dutch Roll it like a flip it in the garbage Fuck wit Priest is cool, but my flow is HIV positive I don't know The Psychic World of Walter, come to the slaughter Come to his daughter, the Virgin How it feels to be under the surgeon Antibiotics, but the shit ain't workin' Blood plasma monitors, all your breathings 24-hours of cameras, you ain't got stamina
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