Killah Priest - Heat Of The Moment Lyrics
[Killah Priest]It's time..I'm tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiersWith rare paintings and fine sculptures, they spoke blatantTheir nine's loaded, they put a gat to the back of the blind poetI want to cry but I try and hold it, one of them noticeCrack me over the skull with a crime motiveThey made a toast to my death, I rose to my feetWith the heat close to my fleshMay 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 wintersYou're all gonners, tell your momma call the coronersYou 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 feelThe heat from my chrome kick, I can't sellYou hit an opponent, the shit gets realIn the heat of the moment, ya'll know the deal[Killah Priest]After the sunshine there's rain, after the laughter there's painAfter my chapter there's flames, after the rapture the master shall reignShockwaves blacken the terrain, and man looks strangeOpen the book, see I'm king, read my name, and see thy wingsBelieve I changed, I went with the horse, slept at the pastor's doorHeard the whispers through my enemy's wallsRode the elevator to the thirteenth floorConsole with Gandi, since God placed his hands upon meI rose up commanding the army, demanding my laundryTalk 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 menPriestChorus x2[Killah Priest]I know somewhere my assassins await, setting traps at my placePhones tapped, all my actions are tracedI lay back strapped at the waistWho's this ***** with a match in my faceI don't know, "Don't smoke 'em, thank you"Slipped somethin' in my drink with an ice cubeNice move, bright jewels, she's with this white dudeShe said "I like you, I'm in the right mood,"And she comes with a price too, but as the night grewShe saw the black heart, the Archangel MichaelMy gats spark vital, her arms show track marksClose the rivalPriesthoodChorus x3[Outro: Killah Priest]Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get youPriest is going to get you, Priest is going to get youPriest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you
