آهنگ: Killah Priest. It's Over.

Run for your lives, oh my God
Yo watch it, yo what everybody runnin' for?
This is it, run for your lives
Motherfucker quit pushin'

Oh my God, run for your lives
Yo what's goin' on?
It's coming, it's coming
Why is y'all runnin'?

It's over, it's coming
Where y'all going? What y'all running for?
It's over, it's moving closer, the sky getting lower
Hey, yo, yo

Winds turn colder, Killah Priest soldiers
Wait for me yo, steamrollers
Whasup motherfucker quit pushin' me up
Right there, there, it's over, damn he's right there

It's over, it's over
Hey, yo, who the fuck is that?
It's over, run, it's over, run
It's over, it's over

All science addicts, religious fanatics
Curiosity seekers, Biblical preachers, historians
Ritual believers, scholars, teachers, spiritual leaders
High priests, generals sergeants 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 bombs, 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 it's over
(Finish 'em up)
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 occurred my, vocal form into a storm
Went blow 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 doctrines
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
Secret morse from the Christians

It's over, Killah Priest says, it's over
Huh, it's over
Your careers is now, finished