Killah Priest — Nazareth

[Verse 1] I spit that purple spaceship, that pink elves inside a polka dot forest, that orange and yellow ape shit That big blue building with tiny green doors, fiends on the floor, knocking and shocking, begging for change My letter take aim, blow ‘em out of the frame I spread it deranged, scatter your brain Animal exchange Seductive bullets that sunk in the heart of a husband Stunning, the art of the woman The wife tell detectives She starts crying, she lying Laughing inside, that passion, he died Spying while dining, reclining Drano inside of his soup, witch’s brew The bitches knew the witness’s clue the mistresses use Lee Harvey Oswald to John Wilkes Booth The secrets of Roswell, six men in [?] The gravedigger, grim reaper, the gatekeeper, red crosses A stake with snake features Behold the pale portrait A teardrop of blood from the virgin’s face Priest the mystic pharaoh splurging in space [Hook] The legend has it his neck and his arms are tattered He’s raptured, he’s back, he spits classic He’s Nazareth The legend has it his neck and his arms are tattered He’s raptured, he’s back, he spits classic He’s Nazareth [Verse 2] Is heaven or hell sacrifices [?] impale Skull hammers crossbone nails brimstone hells Down upon the ghetto corners Angel, devils, prophets’ll warn us Shots come swarming to swatch with they warrants Life and death, a righteous respects Ds highlight my steps Walk through the mystic bookstores See them cover the walls in stain glass paintings Amazing man invasion Suspended animation Tremendous canvas paintings Cut off the head of the grand masons Thirty third president stands as Satan It’s all blatant Watching cartoons, Dragon Ball Z ’til I doze off Hand on a cup of Grey Goose Shuffle out the tarot cards King of [?], my face in the suits [Hook] The legend has it his neck and his arms are tattered He’s raptured, he’s back, he spits classic He’s Nazareth The legend has it his neck and his arms are tattered He’s raptured, he’s back, he spits classic He’s Nazareth