Tytuł: Heat of the moment

• Wykonawca: Killah Priest
• Wyświetleń: 218

  
   [Killah Priest]
  It's time..
  
  I'm tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiers
  With rare paintings and fine sculptures, they spoke blatant
  Their nine's loaded, they put a gat to the back of the blind poet
  I want to cry but I try and hold it, one of them notice
  Crack me over the skull with a crime motive
  They made a toast to my death, I rose to my feet
  With the heat close to my flesh
  May I say these last words to my enemies passing the Earth?
  Laughing at my passion and merge, "Ok, kill me if ya'll wanna"
  Slay me and never play the corner, cold winters
  You're all gonners, tell your momma call the coroners
  You get me, and God gets you, it makes sense don't it?
  In the heat of the moment
  
  [Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
  In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
  The heat from my chrome kick, I can't sell
  You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
  In the heat of the moment, ya'll know the deal
  
  [Killah Priest]
  After the sunshine there's rain, after the laughter there's pain
  After my chapter there's flames, after the rapture the master shall reign
  Shockwaves blacken the terrain, and man looks strange
  Open the book, see I'm king, read my name, and see thy wings
  Believe I changed, I went with the horse, slept at the pastor's door
  Heard the whispers through my enemy's walls
  Rode the elevator to the thirteenth floor
  Console with Gandi, since God placed his hands upon me
  I rose up commanding the army, demanding my laundry
  Talk to monks, holding a pump, ya'll niggaz wanna roll, what ya'll want?
  Shout at satan, shout at the pagans, cats wavin', one of the brave men
  Priest
  
  Chorus x2
  
  [Killah Priest]
  I know somewhere my assassins await, setting traps at my place
  Phones tapped, all my actions are traced
  I lay back strapped at the waist
  Who's this bitch with a match in my face
  I don't know, "Don't smoke 'em, thank you"
  Slipped somethin' in my drink with an ice cube
  Nice move, bright jewels, she's with this white dude
  She said "I like you, I'm in the right mood,"
  And she comes with a price too, but as the night grew
  She saw the black heart, the Archangel Michael
  My gats spark vital, her arms show track marks
  Close the rival
  Priesthood
  
  Chorus x3
  
  [Outro: Killah Priest]
  Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you
  Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you
  Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you