Killah Priest — 840 Babylon

[Killah Priest] Y'all niggas thought that I quit the game? Thought you seen the Stonehenge tomb stone, inscript my name thought you saw all of the Ice wit Cube Nah I'm equipped wit flames, mummified in Gucci, I live again Abominated my body wit all y'all hate (Abominated my body wit all y'all hate) Dress me in a suit of negative thoughts of all the fake The caretaker places a smile on my face Then threw me in the pit, that's it He made his glory in '98 but now it's 840 He gave his story, but above his grave it was stormy Which made the dirt to kick muddy It's about to get ugly, trust me Thirteenth day, unlucky, fuck me, nah fuck you!!! Dust move from off his cloth He begins to cough then begins to talk, I am rough 840 Babylon, then he smatch his palms through the coffin The comin' of his second Offering There was no death so there is no mournin' (There is no death so there is no mournin') His second Stained Glass see his hand pushin' through the grass Yeah, see the sand slippin' through the glass The Reaper held a sickle for that ass I prepared you a plate of violence The quiet surround ya grave with violins Be afraid of goblins to resurrect again is my greatest challenge Before I fell, I cast you in Angels in the Hell His skull is fire, his horse is pale In the soul of this writer, his force is a dwell I'm the abomination you're facin' My rhymes conjure Satan in an armor of caveman's The final conflict awaitin' And my palm grips the ink wavin' Inside me is fiery, hundred eyes of the P I'ma split altar inside of a broken tabernacle of slaughter The threshold for dead souls I finish ruins of castles in the Soviet Union Y'all love death, y'all married my anger Y'all played Russian Roulette, y'all souls is the wager Who wanted, I'm comin' for all y'all And after I kill ya, I'ma walk through the graveyard with a shovel like the Devil Dig up your skeleton and grind it 'til there's more evidence Then take your powder to my residence Open up a dutch, sprinkle the dust Then light the shit up and take a gigantic motherfuckin' puff (And take a gigantic mothafuckin' puff) [Outro: sample] Ah, mama sure is cool and I thought we was tight We is tight but if you ain't got no quarter you can't get in Ah man, come on man Party ain't nothing anyway, don't wanna come in