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Killah Priest - It's Over lyrics
KP] Run for your lives.. oh my God [Girl] Yo watch it! Yo what everybody runnin for? [KP] This is it... run for your lives [Girl] Motherfucker quit pushin! [KP] Oh my God run for your lives [Girl] Yo what's goin on? [KP] It's coming! It's coming! [Girl] Why is y'all runnin? [KP] It's over it's coming [Girl] Where y'all going? What y'all running for? [KP] It's over it's moving closer the sky getting lower [Girl] Hey yo, yo! [KP] Winds turn colder, Killah Priest soldiers [Girl] Wait for me yo! [KP] Steamrollers [Girl] Whassup motherfucker quit pushin me up! [KP] Right there, there, it's over, damn he's right there [KP] It's over, it's over [Girl] Hey yo who the fuck is that? [KP] It's over, run! It's over, run! [KP] It's over! It's over! *people screaming* [Killah Priest] All science addicts religious fanatics Curiosity seekers biblical preachers historians Ritual believers scholars teachers spiritual leaders High priests generals seargeants and them rude captains Lieutenants lower your gimmicks I'm the hip-hopper that'll rock to fill a opera acapella locked cellar Watch hell-ah, freeze over take you lower break you bold Constrict to hit you like fingertips in your soul Put whiskey in your soda or vodka Chop you with a blade made of copper Kick your head off like a soccer, brawl Raw alcohol and it's over, arrest over in October Punch a hole through your solar plex, and it's OVER I mark X on your chest -- it's over, and bury the dead Ain't gonna be no rest Just pretend, watch me blow like the dust in a gust of wind Flow with the rush when I adjust the pen take you miles and miles and miles leave you at the river of the Nile Now deliver the vials, fat, found in the pile in the stack Books that were took, take a look, back As I take you further high into the sky where your eyes like vision surprise then dive back Vision buildin the b-ombs, upon you peons Knowledge you crazy Knowledge we be goin, OFF! Now you lost tossed in confusion, saw an illusion of the car that started cruisin Actual day mathematics were raised to his attic What's the weight of a flame, state your name But he was afraid of the height, glazed at the light Strayed, couldn't stay for the flight Ran to his book of rhymes, took up some time for the brother to hook up a line as if he had a fishing rod, but my mission is God Science I be dishin out be hard Deep in his eyes, contacts, plus saw beyond that Saw the brother couldn't respond back Tried to rhyme after me to hold the weight but the science done drive dem niggaz shoulder blades down Let's take a trip travel through the mind and played a trick when he unraveled the rhyme Bloodthirsty no mercy when I bomb no thinkin emotions Sick him with potions that I've developed to make the body swell up like venom Once I'm in em then I skin em and skull em After that I call em, back from the essence Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over! Know what I'm sayin? It's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your career -- it's over All you wack MC's (finish em up) -- it's over Finish em up The blast, burns back into elements Development of gas around the mass of the Earth A hundred and ninty six million Now a hundred and forty thousand miles are occupied by people causin housin over this the mind was just browsin Thougt I was warm coats, I dispose hope of the focus and roast energy toward the enemy Now in burnin G's, chemically enforce infinity Attack, third eye, what occured my, vocal form into a storm went blaow burnin but left him in the crowd wonderin Now you wonder on many thoughts you ponder fell asleep tryin to seek the beyonder while I would ponder microphones Recitin poems, strikin domes to your frightening moans -- of HORROR! Speakin evil Hebrew from the Torah Slammed the mic it turned to a serpent, open the curtains Saw things he couldn't interpret, destroyed the Earth Fill it with gunpowder, came build sun power Rebuild it in one hour Then revealed it through a sunflower shared the shower Showin the power of the North Messiah eyes on fire Water oxygen you can't comprehend to these strange doc-trines Stop the winds, beyond the orbits of Dionne Warwick With no broomsticks and magic tricks is this Return of the Iron Maiden Stomp your corny ass like the Raven What's the matter? You frostbitten, you lost your mittens It seem you wanted to cross to smitten Sec-ret morse from the Christians It's over! Killah Priest says, it's over! Huh, it's over! Your careers is now, finished |
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