Fire Stone

Yeah it's Killah Priest right here The RZA

You gotta go in on 'em youknowhatimean

It's been a long time a long time coming play games with him yo

It's going on I'mma go ight

I spit d**e a triple mean mixed with Listerine in my sixteen

Kill rappers pon contact rap combat

I drop lyrical bombs at my palms crack

Microphone tribal stone long gats bullets get thrown

Tear up your flesh break your bones apart complicate your heart

Flatten your arteries put your brain in a park

It's hard to breathe arguably my n***as glide on the arc

Lyrically rearrange your face banana clip for my apes

Nahimean you know what this is it's Priest and the RZA

Ugh yeah yeah we been doing this for a long time

Yo Wu Tang Sunz of Man we gonna go all the way in

Black heavens a palace with bulging walls that push the paintings awkward

Above the broken floors Roman war

Iron fingers look I just broke his jaw

Bodies lay like dogs coming from the great fog like Greyskull

From a graveyard through cave walls

Check out the cover it's that Melachi New York Nope that's just warped

With a psychic mind and deep thought

From a palace or a shrine with street talk ready to blow heat off

From other worlds balance on a see saw

No one's rougher hang with Goliath brothers snatch a table cloth

From the last supper wrapped around my dome

Just grab the microphone and spit the bible through poems I'm in my zone

Youknowhatimean you know what's going on

Priest and the RZA RZA and the Priest

Youknowhatimean Psychic World let's go

I'm like King David wings waving psalms in my mouth

Armed in my trials with gauges

Holy orbs been doused I'm royal from the 8th house great bout

Seven churches seven virgins seven spirits seven lurking

Seven stare seven lamps seven prayers seven seals

Seven ant seven horns seven angels seven trumpets I crack you like the dawn

I break day over your head pray for the dead golden veil chosen hell