Killah Priest: Pillars of ivory

feat. Artfull Dodgers[Intro: Jackpot] Artfull Dodgers... [Jackpot] All you crumbs on the table, get wiped off to the floor I pull like spouts, you more like drouts, can't flow with the hardcore Killah Priest, he dug the masses, to execute and damage Artfull Dodge, then amp, then rush when you advance Chemicals mixtures, livin' out pictures From the ceiling to the structure Punchin' peeps that play the role, they remind me of the others I don't like the way you look, that's a lyric in my book Shake your women off my hook, take them off to break these crooks You overlooked the fact, I finished first, prepare to start the battle Jackpot take out literally, cuz eventually I travel All fans, I'll ask 'em, high or low, I explode Decode your home promote, taking over your whole show Engrave the center stage, with my presence, trap the crescent Over charge, you better haul, that talk is small Catch a grip, when my hit drops it Don't step to this, spot get clinch these Hip hop estatic [Chorus: Killah Priest sample from "4th Chamber"] I judge wisely, as if nothing ever surprise me Loungin', between two pillars of ivory, ivory, ivory Scream the name out, Killah Priest [Killah Priest] Is a phantom, the fifth grandson of Manson Tramplin', over bodies like I'm Samson I'm the ghost, of what Jeffrey Dahmer wrote I'm like a messenger, sent to cut your throat, like fuck it, yo Then head back to the hut and smoke I'm the man that society graph, my left hand's plastic Designed by Russian blacksmith, captured by a police dragnet Usin' military graphics I'm a magnet, my left retina, is like a TV set I see static, this is madness My project housings, is like the lost tabernacle Walkthrough, phantoms grab you, then jackals attack you Drag you by the Devil's curtains, filled with serpents And brain surgeons, dark alleyways and niggas is drinkin' and cursin' Death angels are lurkin', where the lucifer meets you in person Where evil is searchin' for fresh shows, throw your in hell's threshhold You know the dress code, P.L.O., it's Priest, nigga, what [Chorus] [B. Gozza] My battle title untouched, like monterelic dust Your so much on my dick, I crack your jaw with a pelvic thrust Artfull's hard to follow like a parked car Pierce skin, muscle and bone, to leave your heart scared Strictly we remove your teeth, with precision like a dentist You can't see me, like a prisoner of life sentence You say you hate your life, to me that thought's ridiculous I help you escape, like Al Capone's syphilis Heard your best effort, shit kid, I ain't buyin it You couldn't pay me to listen, if I was your psychatrist Admire this technique, directly injecting I find your mental weak, you're correctly selecting We silence M.C.'s like turntablism I can't feel your style, like my sense of touch was missing Blessed by Priest, so you cats can base me Takin' over the world, and then we renovate [Chorus]