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feat. Elephant Man, Savoy

[Intro: Killah Priest (Elephant Man)]
Man, I gotta get this damn money, man
Nah, man I can t take this, this time, straight up man
(Yup! Elephant Man, that s Killah Priest
I dedicate this one for the thugs on the streets
America, you know for the poor, we moan and me weep
That s me, come on!) Cat gotta do what I gotta do
Whatever way I could, youknowhatImean? Yo

[Killah Priest]
Look, my cash nope, baby cryin
Had enough, I grabbed my iron
Call up the crew, is what you do
Be at my spot, around two
Oh yeah, bring some guns, bring some ass
I got a way, we can make some cash
My woman beefin , my momma sick
If I don t get it, look, I mma flip
The doorbell ring, exchange some slang
We laughed a little, y all got them things
Okay thanks, now look here s the plan
Hold up, Priest, yo, whose your man?
Oh him? That s, my man Sharod
Don t worry about him, that s the God
He specializes in, gun firin
Pickin locks and, ditchin cops
And robberies, goes on, robbin sprees
He s the, he s the man, here s the plan
Remember the bank, we met at before
Well, he headed back to make a withdrawel

[Chorus 2X: Savoy (Killah Priest)]
It s about to be a robbery (damn right, I mma get it)
It s about to be a robbery (damn right, I mma get it)
We about to catch a body (damn right, I mma get it)
We about to catch a body (damn right, I mma get it)

[Elephant Man]
Take the cash, take the dough like my nigga Robin Hood
Then me take the money, buy a big house in the Hollywood
It s tally good, rob that nigga, be and say all good
Give back to the project, cuz we should
Eighteen, forty like, he met thee, only we make the money
We pilot off, pilot off, been at the bank, we not the money
We not bummy, roll em tree, I m not funny
We climb it, y all no homey, give thanks
Show me a car ruff, where we walk, the money that we make
Man off the chauffeur, not until we gettin it
Know people, bilingual, we not to run we life, we wreck
The only thing can top off, knowin our thing is our debt
And my friend, Killah Priest, don t own a private jet
Because of friend, those and thousand
Droop it, that told me write rhyme, me write check
You not like, Killah Priest and the Elephant Man, come on!

[Chorus 2X]

[Killah Priest]
Told the teller, feel the bags
Had the mack, pointin at the glass
Hurry up, you re movin slow
Time is money and I got to go
Grab the bags, head for the door
Backin out, clutchin the dog
We heard sirens, dashed to the ride
Any cop we see, open fire
Cop car, swung around the block
My man Rock, opened up shots
My homey Lace, real nutty case
Said let s get it on, fuck a chase
Women screamin , grabbin they kids
My homey Lace, flashin the shit
Laughin and shit, homey is sick
Look at Sharod, said let s go
Four desperadoes, holdin the dough
Make a left, yo, make a right
Head straight, though, watch those lights
We re in the hideout, laughin it up
Watchin the news, about the bank we stuck (it s a robbery!)

[Chorus 2X]

[Elephant Man]
You know! You like an engineer warrior, laser beam carrier
We tear on any bank or done broke any barrier
Nuclear taxin like Whitney or Mariah
We either come together, one that never ponder
Any face the project loss and only cuz he get that
Better you felt on the navy, you felt on the army, the undertaker
Marine, agile list the, that this one, we be later
Killah Priest, boy, I heft it on, yup!
You rule it on them, them they know who we are
Plus we get the paper, we ready for Jaguar
Fly rim or swim, we drive me a car
Either you done a movie, or you a movie star
You can come again, or you can travel me again
Hire like them and then I did it again

Tekst :

[Killah Priest]
Ugh, Emperor s music
Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal Emperor
In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things
Yo, yo, yo

I write the realest, only my true niggas will feel it
Though I m not with you now, let s connect in our spirit
Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the dark
Let s share our pain, my niggas bring me close to your heart
So the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars
Through the ink that I write in each bar
Show the soul as we share our most inner thoughts
Cuz I heard God listened once sin is taught
Beginners walk through my hood and I show you my struggle
Then we walk through your hood and you show me your hustle
Plus those marks on your wrists, it s where the cops had cuffed you
Hard luck too? Well me too, screaming peoples
Let s make a peace truce, unify all of the gangs
No quarrels between us, you and I is the same
As we build on a higher plain,
Like pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to explain
Come on!

[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
All praise is due to man, woman and child
To the monuments that stand at the top of the Nile
Let everything that have breath in it, give praise
To all my homies in the struggle, get paid

[Killah Priest]
When will they profit? The game is where I loose my soul
How many options did I have before I choose this roll?
Let s see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes
Live in the projects, never rocked the newest clothes
It s psychologic, somehow it seems foolish though
From my pockets, only love for jewels and dough
Catastrophic, the walls came closing in
On all sides, the pressure expose the gem
A war cry was the breath I was holding in
A poor scribe dopest as the golden pen
Called wise, blessed among the chosen men
The lost tribe, my words were woven in
Each line like words I was sewing with
I sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a grip
Flows I spit, shows I rip, that s showmanship
Tell the maid from the robes I fit
A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse
A passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt
Candles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hit
There s the phantom, the mummy stands at the cliff
Aztec Indians studying my sanscript
Puffing peace pipes, Priest gets deep when he writes
Bars are mystic, written like Horror-glyphics
I made it hard for critics to follow my lyrics
Come on!

Chorus x2

[Outro: Killah Priest]
Uh huh, Feel it, where s the troubles at?
Royal priesthood, Emperor s music
Anybody try to break us up, man, they get the curse of King Tut
Proverbs forever, ugh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh
Maccabees, Sunz of Man, yeah the whole thing yeah

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feat. Canibus

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yea, yea, yea, yea.
Yea, yea. Fuck that!
I m set it off. Yea, yea, ya shitted.
Ya in some shit now, son.
It s on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick.
I m back! Fuck that shit!
Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e rything, son.
I ma prove this shit, right here.
Me and my nigga. What!?

[Killah Priest]
The emperor, chief sinister, street minister
Guarenteed in two bars to finish ya
React like a cat when he arches back
Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
I m a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip
Last Poet s told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist
Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick
What now, nigga? Look at ya, talk shit
Can t do it, cuz you ain t got no teeth in ya mouth
And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
Ya trained all year, in a karate class
It took one second, to put yo ass in a body bag
>From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don t last
I like to pop shit, don t get me started
I slap y all mothafuckas like y all little kids in kindegarten
Squeeze yo head till yo kidneys harden
Now watch this, I ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron
And tell niggaz to just start robbin
Cuz y all niggaz is fucked up
and Brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya
I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
But don t worry, cuz I ma stitch ya, with a rusty screwdriver

[Chorus: Killah Priest]
Niggaz bop yo heads to this, real shit
Call up yo clicks to this, it s realness
You feel this in yo streets and village
Spare that new shit, Priest killed it
Y! Niggaz bop yo heads to this, real shit
Call up yo clicks to this, it s realness
You feel this in yo streets and village
Spare that new shit, bus killed it

[Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo I m a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability
To run at top speed without bendin my knees
I destory shit, pin-point asteroids in orbit
Then, hurl niggaz thousands of miles an hour, towards it
Fuckin heathen, wrap my hands around ya neck region
Then I start squeezin til ya stop breathin
You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues
I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs
Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain
You ll probably never walk ever again
Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, bitch
Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the Iron, bitch
You can t rhyme bitch, the one triple nine s mine bitch
The pain ll make ya voice change octaves
>From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge MC s by they lyrical fitness
And punish DJ s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures
You ll be scared to leave the club wit us
You scratch my back, I ll scratch your s bitch
I ll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage
I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud
Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood
The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothafuckas!
(There it is!) So bop ya heads to that, uh (There it is!)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Killah Priest]
Fuckin pussy emcee s, gon get a shot in the eye
Y all niggaz talk behind nigga s backs
Y all niggaz better bop ya mothafuckin heads before we blow it off
Ya fuckin perfume missin idiots
Y all niggaz always runnin, go run and tell that
Go on, runnin, run behind somebody s back
Run and tell that and take these fuckin slugs wit ya
We gon get ya mothafuckin clown
Yea...

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Shes so kissable, huggable, loveable, unbelivable
She all full of everything and everything a man could want

She aint typical
Shes unpredictable
Shes available
Its a miracle!

Now my heart stumbled into someone so kissable, huggable,
Loveable,
Unbelievable
Up till now my life has been so lonely (and boring)
Never thought i would find someone so

Elegant
Intelligent
Heaven sent
All my money spent
I...

I ve never been more lonely.
The night is closing in.
I wish for Monday morning and the people of the town to heal me,
Opening themselves
Like flowers to a cruel sun.
Going thru the motions
With no chance to show their deep...

I had my picture taken in a pink dress
I had my picture taken out on the boardwalk
I gathered up all the heat of the moment
and I wrote it down in a letter to remember
what it was like to wear that pink dress
out on the boardwalk

Where the hood at

[DMX talking]
Aiyyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind
Thinkin dog can t pull another motherfuckin rabbit out the hat
Nigga I ain t gotta check out my motherfuckin sleeves you bitch ass niggaz
Fuck is y all niggaz...
Y all niggaz just thinkin...