[Intro: Killah Priest]

Yea, yea, yea, yea.

Yea, yea. Fuck that!

I'm set it off. Yea, yea, ya shitted.

Ya in some shit now, son.

It's on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick.

I'm back! Fuck that shit!

Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e'rything, son.

I'ma prove this shit, right here.

Me and my nigga. What!?



[Killah Priest]

The emperor, chief sinister, street minister

Guarenteed in two bars to finish ya

React like a cat when he arches back

Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap

I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip

Last Poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist

Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick

What now, nigga? Look at ya, talk shit

Can't do it, cuz you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth

And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out

Ya trained all year, in a karate class

It took one second, to put yo' ass in a body bag