[Killah Priest:] I choose to live like a fugitive, doin' bids With grown niggas screwin' kids, make 'em wear wigs Take up cigarettes, niggas' vexed I'm holdin' Tec's for you soldier vets Hittin' shoulders, chests Rest in peace, tear ya vest to pieces I show no sweat on the weakness I'm a threat to preachers, check my features Killah Priest! I make the blood spill and leak Ya still a skeet, we reveal the meat I'm a jungle beast, if ya feel the beat... feelin' me Skills are deep, far beneath the concrete Concepts beyond the steps of zero Rap hero, kill shows- ya dead and give it up to the feds
[Chorus: Killah Priest (Hell Razah)] Can't you feel? (Can't you feel) That you can't feel (That you can't feel) A little bit embarassed (A little bit embarassed) A little bit embarassed (You will get embarassed) What makes you feel... (What makes you feel...) That you can match my skills? (Tryin' to match my skills) You'll be (you'll just be) a little bit embarassed (A little bit embarassed) Straight torture (Gotta straight torture ya) Straight torture (Gotta straight torture ya)
[Dreddy Kruger (Hell Razah):] Take ya lights out (Drag 'em in the temple) Torture ya (Pour lava on his brain)
[Dreddy Kruger:] I can't see a thing, but I hear a mouse piss on cotton My style is rotten, spoiled by vets who Protect they Neck Do the knowledge to the mathematical slang that's handsome Funny hot dogs get played at the speed of fast forward For comin toward me with that bullshit, I'm from Bushwick 718, get it straight
[Hell Razah:] In New York state, he grew up wild as a juvenile, a young criminal Save the leftovers to buy a gun to take shit over What? Hustle 'til we sober again A soldier within, closer than skin (What?) Ya face from my .38 slim, turn ya lights dim Bodies trim, chalk, Brooklyn, New York Nuff said, the rest'll be spoken by the lead Aimed at ya big head with nuttin' in it, robbed his lieutenant
[Prodigal Sunn:] I used to chill with Shaquille and Talil, I'll out in Brownsville Robbing everything walking and breathing up in Cypress Hill Skillful criminals kept automatics and gadgets And any tragic, day and night, they reign, tragic Caught up in the wombs of Brooklyn Disgusted, cold blooded, the block flooded Jake robbin niggas for their budget Him and his sons on the run, sellin drums and guns Havin fun, becomin well known for packin chrome In '86, shackin up with this bitch Him and his click, 1 and 6, stackin cheddar like bricks But as time flew, they caught a soldier on the Avenue Eternal revenues lead Jakes to Langston Hughes Raped his moms lab, they got the tab and was that crab nigga Jab? Send a stab to wrath there, he ate a bloodbath They found his corpse up in B-Boy Projects No objects, no suspects, holey vest with a broken neck Another case of homicide, unsolved He should've known to never get involved with the bra he lost it all
[Outro: Dreddy Kruger (Hell Razah)] YouknowI'msayin? (Yeah) Born-God (Messin' with the real... fuck around and get embarassed) You don't wanna test our skill (KnowI'msayin? That's how we do it, Mathematics...) Sunz of Man (It's goin' down like this, everyday same shit KnowI'msayin? Just change when we make it change Word up... you will feel... you will feel... a little bit embarassed A little bit embarassed) A little fuckin' bit (get robbed for ya karets) (you will feel... you will feel... a little bit embarassed) A little fuckin' bit (a little bit embarassed) A little fuckin' bit (Get robbed for ya karets You will feel... you will feel... a little bit embarassed Messin' with the real... get robbed for ya karets And we out...)