Lyrics Killah Priest

Killah Priest

Most High

('Troy' movie dialogue)

Achilles: At night I see their faces. All the men I've killed

They're standing there on the far bank of the river Styx

They're waiting for me. They say, 'Welcome, brother'

Achilles: We men are wretched things

Achilles: I told you how to fight but I never told you why to fight

Patroclus: I fight for you

Achilles: Yes, but who will you fight for when I'm gone?

Soldiers they fight for kings they've never even met

They do what they're told, they die when they're told to die

Patroclus: Soldiers obey

Achilles: Don't waste your life following some fool's orders

(Hook)

Who is the one - Jah

What is his name - God

Who is his son - Ra

What is his aba - Yah

Where is his - Amis-tad

Somewhere they're - Amen-Ra

Allahu - Akbar

Cut, cut, from the deep in the Congo's

Worshippin' - Durga

Cut, what is his abayah

Yah-hu - Yah-hu - Yah-hu

[Killah Priest]

Who so loveth the destruction love of knowledge

For he that hated reproof this brewage

Clueless, foolish, stupid, the truest

Wit two fists, five loaves of bread

Take the Priest and his robe

Then pass the rest of the dread

Now that the supreme flesh has been spread

And the elect has been fed

I unveil in the flesh Melchezedeck

Throw rose pedals in front of his steps

Gold medals upon his chest

That old devil is a mess

Vex in his Lex

A man should be satisfied wit good by the food of his mouth

In a time of drought, his roots should still sprout

What the owl sees at night

So he should seed the speed of the field mouse

Priest the old tree wit broke leaves

Restored, pure, got up off of that cross

Brushed his bloody towels off

Took a shower, washed off the saw

Cover up the holes wit tats

He's back, no remorse, Five Mics in the Source

Five lights in his thought

Shines bright for the loss

The wisdom of the prudence is to understand his way

But to follow ya fool is deceit

And discrete and deceased

(Hook)

[Killah Priest]

I inherit genetics, esoteric from a ghetto's perspective

Poetic rebel, objective, on many levels, selective

Constitutional laws, pharaceutical is yours

Bad fools create mad moves

The beef you eat turn us into a brute beast

Your intestines are infested wit germs

The terms - the garbage they injected

Make it hard to digest it

The pork on your fork create a corpse

The chicken they bring from the kitchen

Prepared by Satan's henchmen

George Washington chopped down a cherry tree

But that cherry tree was a Cherokee

Corrupt Government, Mobsters bury G's

These Black leaders hate me like they Pharisees

Everything I do the Pharaoh sees

The Mayan calendar checker, for updates on America

The letters redeemed, fully beamed, face gleam

Like Moses from the burnin' bush

I turned and look at my homies while they was burnin' kush

They all had this concernin' look

I spoke and said "Return the books"

Open and read my eternal hooks

See my writin', it's frightenin' as my journal shook

(Hook)