[Killah Priest]
Stephen King never wrote a scene as horrific
As God as my witness, what I write should make you artists suspicious
Pardon a nigga, as I say what’s in my heart
I guess it’s just part of me venting
‘Cause like you I’m from the park and the benches
So what can I lose? We’ll make a conscious decision
‘Cause I’m known to spaz when I’m asked my remarks on this business
In this game of doo doo and regardless of friendship
So excuse me when you reach for my palms and part of me flinches
It’s not you dog, it’s the critics
They my catch me in the flick drunk with some strippers
And my girl see it as part of some sick photographer vengeance
So many new people around I gotta be sharp when in attendance
I mean it’s great to MC, to display this art is a privilege
But now I gotta get down to dark in my sentence
I dream of dead babies, streams of blood
Raining fire and brimstone, wipe the Earth clean with floods
I’m drowning my face next to the meanest thug
I’m telling my testimony to the supreme above
Ain’t I from thy genes, the Priest was a king beloved
Then there appeared a bright beam with white wings of a dove
It’s lightning, people screamed and shoved
It’s frightening, but I kept writing ‘cause what I seen was the judge
And what he shown me where grave sites and crucifixes
Ruthless bitches, how they treat you and what they do to your riches
For thirty pieces of silver niggas will kill you
I read Judas’ scriptures, only want me to be true to my niggas
The game corrupt like Catholic Church and child nudity pictures
That’s like the Virgin Mary performing Karma Sutra with Hitler
The proof of my liquor is 180, the Grey Goose in my liver
But I still spit truth to the listener

[Break: Killah Priest]
That’s enough son
Session up, stop

[Killah Priest]
No, hold up let me explain a second
I signed my first deal with Geffen Records
I told those crackers I ain’t no motherfucker stepping fetched
To my recollection those bastards
Were like, “cool we’ll drop you have our A&R go find the next one”
I said I’ll sue, they said, “that’s alright Blacky
Take us to court and your lawyer Larry Stud Nicky
We’ve been breaking him off”, I almost felt ruined
And in the midst of the confusion
They said to motherfucking intern, “Sam, we don’t understand his music”
“And how the fuck we market this
He talking all that God Body and that prophet shit”
I said, “damn, but it’s still street, it’s real, niggas can relate to it”
In return they said, “Priest throw that shit in the sewage”
Meanwhile niggas like Nas and ‘Kiss and Pun
Is telling me I’m nice, down to G Rap and KRS-One
And GZA told me all this shit would happen, just keep rapping
I said, “that’s piece God but I ain’t motherfucking tapping”
But still these labels our fucking with me, it’s Priest
Volume One, nigga, shit about to get ugly