What up, you know this Killah Priest collabo
We gon' hit up with some Orange Orange Nines
Some special new shit, you know how it go
Check this shit out
It's a smooth one right here
Gotta love this niggas
Killa Priest, Bloodsport, ya know what I mean?
Yo, ayo, I see you modified your gangsta after seeing me walk
You changed your tone after hearing me talk
Extended your hand to steal my aura
You know the God don't shake on shit
But food, clothing and a glass of water
Though we make love to Jezebels and prey on virgins
We move like Yahweh in black Excursions
Blood the color of grape wine, skin tone the color of bronze
I rose from the grave with nines
And if tears were dollars I'd feed the children
Replace the White House with a project building
I'd stand on top of it, signaling the rocketship
Holding my dick like I locked down the continent
I'm magnetic, I attract metal L-shaped objects
For Hell, parallel niggas and decks
Yo, my hand like fire in Hell after a shooting
So nigga, if you know like I know, keep it moving nigga
'Cause I could stand still and watch the world blow up
'Cause I could stand still and watch the world blow up
'Cause I could stand still and watch the world blow up
'Cause I could stand still and watch the world blow up
'Cause I could stand still and watch the world blow up
Fuck that, museum heist, decode alarms
Throwing my palms, turn the knob slowly
Hear the click, then we open it
Flee with the rarest canvas, call it Delle Strada
A 15th century painting of Da Vinci's Belladonna
Tie up the Pope, my man's in the helicopter
Next to the Russian pilot blowing marijuana
I smell the ganja, shown a picture of the Black Madonna
Flying over seas full of squids and Arowanas
Stole a Mona Lisa and rolling phony Visas
Disguised as a tourist taking flicks at the Pisa
My cards and my passports reads Doctor Phillip L. Glascov
At the airport where the FBI waiting with they task force
Clear customs, pull a mustache off
A shootout is my last resort, now we back in the air to the metropolis
Project shit, hellhole is bottomless
The beast will crawl out of it, apocalypse, communist
Name remain anonymous, behold the Pelrinoceros
It's obvious, don't even shoot it if the shots are risked
They say I'm too Hitchcockian when I spit about the projects we in
I'm Jesus resurrected in a drop-top BM
I'm Larry King live from the hood
Showing scene by scene of murders, so what's good?
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up
But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up
I'd be the sign that the gangs of the world throw up
Motherfuckers tell me that I live in the last days
Stupid fuck, you think AIDS is the last plague?
See man made God in his own image
Culture, language and his own limits, even his own spirit
So he could fool other men into believing in his own gimmicks
I'll stomp the Atlantic, pivot the planet
While niggas turn their cheek to a Catholic faggot
Mythological gangster crying that you spit it hard
You get your bitch gang raped by Minotaurs
No facade or exaggeration
We were born to rule the world after Revelations
You could call it God's wrath or Allah's math
Like a Texas chainsaw massacre slash
Bars of death when I spit 'em out
Concentration camp gold ripped out of a Jew's mouth
Melted into Swiss banks, that's how the world works
We like the Mamluks to America's Ottoman Turks
Fill the country to the bottom of burst
Nazi Pope, sniper scope shot him in church
Warrior caste, slavery surviving niggas
Harlem, North Philly, nobody liver niggas
Bittersweet apocalypse, I laugh at the end
Gun in your face, that'll be your moment of sin
'Cause when your world is over, mine just begins
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up
But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up
I'd be the sign that the gangs of the world throw up
Yeah, Immortal Technique, Bloodsport
Killah Priest, motherfucker, wish I could stand still
Not yet, nigga, so I'ma move on these motherfuckers
Take a nigga back, yeah, nigga, uh
One day I was walking, motherfucker came and said, "Yo, bitch"
"You got that Killah Priest shit?"
I said, "Fuck yeah, motherfucker, ho ass bitch"
"It's Priesthood out this bitch"
"The fuck is you talking 'bout?"
"The Offering, motherfucker"
"Oh yeah? Aight"
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