Ha ha! Another [yeah] fuckin' live-ass track from the Temple of [Shaolin monks] Shaolin! [yeah] What, nigga? Word up. Yeah! Keep it real. Killah Priest, you know what I'm sayin'? [yeah] The Prodigal Sunn, [rah] Sunz of Man. Madman [yeah] representin' for the Killarmy. The Killa Sin, [ha] the RZArectah....
[Killa Sin] [Yo, yo,] I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm livin' trife, G I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me It might be the image project that I selected But eff it--shit is mad real, as well as hectic Inspect it, your vest and got tested Suggestions molestin' my thoughts I manifested, protect it My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line 'Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine, And ain't no remorse in my source of madness But my temper, my anger rises like my status Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin For wildin', don't think that it's peace when I be smilin' A heart stone-cold is what I own For niggaz who brag, I break bones, leave 'em ungagged, and hear them moan I hate snakes on that fake shit I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit I got a steezo that's raw, man Another brother provoked, and gun-smoked, now that's all--damn By any mortal, the brothel of horror, Knowin' full well that he won't leave to see tomorrow Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick Word to God, it's hard to get a grip
[9th Prince] I brings a streakin' iron flame, concealed in steel weapons Clips and shovels deeper than the shallow trenches of the brethren I burst like lions among the slaughter Then I assume my human facility--I plan a hit to the governor Open, open, behold the gift, designed to kill many men I stick 'em for billiard pins Like cavin' some world in, flashin' death like lightnin' from the Heavens Leavin' rappers sufferin' the thirst of a silent curse That came from the Earth when the planet was reversed. Here are the needles, see that he dies From the effect of a drug, come bleeding out of his eyes I chop off his feet, so he can't walk and talk, then he claims to stalk I shove him with pitchfork and stack up dead corpse A Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC for a hostage Then break loose on the stage Tradin' places like slaves bein' trained, I'm under pressure Thoughts be actin' wild like a child molester Mad man terrorism, today's journalism Goin' to war across the country with another organism Killarmy madness is how we kill 'em
[Prodigal Sunn] Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of expiration, steady creation Mental death--the source of the abomination I emerge from the house upon your territory This one, alias Sun of Man no longer deceived by Satan's blend Here's a ministry fightin' wars of demonology Soldiers have got knowledge, rewritin' your sins of reality Lyrical space, the black neophyte, run a satellite I should jump deep beyond the depths of my inner sight Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse A-boardin' the mothership, takin' my last whiff from this polluted mess Another soul's vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire Show alliance, usin' your brain from the lord sire I tie your fuckin' brain up with barbed wire Infused thoughts left ya bruised, him been condemned To the rims of Hell, afraid to walk Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion Symptoms of death--left ya chokin' on your own breath You better study your literature, seek the scriptures Biblical folds 'n' scrolls, laced in velour robes Killah Priest precise, the messenger 60-Second, Hell Razah, bless 'em, overcome the oppression