He rules in the neighborhood... he rules Uh, try on your robe, man.. yeah it fits It fits you too, I like this, emperor, uh Priesthood, The Offering is now brung to them Show us how you do this talent, what the **** is this, man It's like this, look [Killah Priest] Nonchalantly, I plant the words in the brain like ganja seeds Horizontally, the way I write Gandhi Beneath of palm trees, calm breeze Like the summer in the late '40's, Before the mob kick in the door of the Don, squeezing automatic Tommy's A blazing glory, that's how he lays A lamp shade, Duke Ellington played The screen starts to fade, cut, end of story Yo, the next one opens up, soda cups, a bottle of Grey Goose And a room full of applejack hats cocked ace deuce, Sam Remo lace boots tapping the floor, a lit cigar Goons got my pops held up with gats to his jaw He said "where is the child, said to come from the Nile Now in the B.K.'s", he paused, as he breaks Did a line... "Not to be sublime, but the kid is ahead of his time He turns Kool-Aid into red wine, Besides that he professes he should be the next king of B.K.", sniff "Besides Kane, BIG and Jay, GZA was underrated But still, the 'Words from the Genius' was the best stated" I ain't scared to say it, back in the days, we had groove Like the Dis Masters, rest in peace Mike Ski Part time hustler, grew to me Divine Sounds, Disco Richie and Shelton D. I take it back what people do for money, money, money, money... [Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] Pay your tides and your offerings This goes out to my ****** in them closed coffins O.G.'s who was coke snorting, on death row, dead men walking And them mothers never had abortions [Killah Priest] I come to bring ya'll ass whippings Rappers, dish y'all disaster, as is written, he is risen With Mack slugs, AK shells, of mask and gloves The May Day Hell, a basket thug And hallow be thy tip, anoint your forehead and empty a clip For the average I spit, and I hold my pen, like a syringe Inject my paper, with the thoughts of a gangster Scene 3, bullets sail through his tuxedo He fall for dead in the corner of the cathedral Doves flock to the ceiling chirping, the murder of a Godfather It's just my version of Tide Turban Rest upon the God stone, Science studies the structures of my jaw bone, It's similar to the great pharaohs But I dealt with the streets and space travel Big Priest from the ace apple [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Killah Priest] See the Offering is... pureness... straight up hip hop That's what I'm giving, you know? Yo, hold up, man, yo, Priest, what happened to peace? Oh, oh yeah... peace, peace, peace, peace, peace.... Words of the Don... Leo Angel...
He rules in the neighborhood... he rules Uh, try on your robe, man.. yeah it fits It fits you too, I like this, emperor, uh Priesthood, The Offering is now brung to them Show us how you do this talent, what the **** is this, man It's like this, look [Killah Priest] Nonchalantly, I plant the words in the brain like ganja seeds Horizontally, the way I write Gandhi Beneath of palm trees, calm breeze Like the summer in the late '40's, Before the mob kick in the door of the Don, squeezing automatic Tommy's A blazing glory, that's how he lays A lamp shade, Duke Ellington played The screen starts to fade, cut, end of story Yo, the next one opens up, soda cups, a bottle of Grey Goose And a room full of applejack hats cocked ace deuce, Sam Remo lace boots tapping the floor, a lit cigar Goons got my pops held up with gats to his jaw He said "where is the child, said to come from the Nile Now in the B.K.'s", he paused, as he breaks Did a line... "Not to be sublime, but the kid is ahead of his time He turns Kool-Aid into red wine, Besides that he professes he should be the next king of B.K.", sniff "Besides Kane, BIG and Jay, GZA was underrated But still, the 'Words from the Genius' was the best stated" I ain't scared to say it, back in the days, we had groove Like the Dis Masters, rest in peace Mike Ski Part time hustler, grew to me Divine Sounds, Disco Richie and Shelton D. I take it back what people do for money, money, money, money... [Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] Pay your tides and your offerings This goes out to my ****** in them closed coffins O.G.'s who was coke snorting, on death row, dead men walking And them mothers never had abortions [Killah Priest] I come to bring ya'll ass whippings Rappers, dish y'all disaster, as is written, he is risen With Mack slugs, AK shells, of mask and gloves The May Day Hell, a basket thug And hallow be thy tip, anoint your forehead and empty a clip For the average I spit, and I hold my pen, like a syringe Inject my paper, with the thoughts of a gangster Scene 3, bullets sail through his tuxedo He fall for dead in the corner of the cathedral Doves flock to the ceiling chirping, the murder of a Godfather It's just my version of Tide Turban Rest upon the God stone, Science studies the structures of my jaw bone, It's similar to the great pharaohs But I dealt with the streets and space travel Big Priest from the ace apple [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Killah Priest] See the Offering is... pureness... straight up hip hop That's what I'm giving, you know? Yo, hold up, man, yo, Priest, what happened to peace? Oh, oh yeah... peace, peace, peace, peace, peace.... Words of the Don... Leo Angel...
