Killah Priest - It's Over Lyrics
[kp] run for your lives.. oh my god[girl] yo watch it! yo what everybody runnin for?[kp] this is it... run for your lives[girl] mother*****er quit pushin![kp] oh my god, run for your lives[girl] yo whats goin on?[kp] its coming! its coming![girl] why is yall runnin?[kp] its over, its coming[girl] where yall going? what yall running for?[kp] its over, its moving closer, the sky getting lower[girl] hey yo, yo![kp] winds turn colder, killah priest soldiers[girl] wait for me yo![kp] steamrollers[girl] whassup mother*****er quit pushin me up![kp] right there, there, its over, damn hes right there[kp] its over, its over[girl] hey yo who the ***** is that?[kp] its over, run! its over, run![kp] its over! its over!*people screaming*[killah priest]All science addicts religious fanaticsCuriosity seekers biblical preachers historiansRitual believers scholars teachers spiritual leadersHigh priests generals seargeants and them rude captainsLieutenants lower your gimmicks Im the hip-hopperThatll rock to fill a opera acapella locked cellarWatch hell-ah, freeze over take you lower break you boldConstrict to hit you like fingertips in your soulPut whiskey in your soda or vodkaChop you with a blade made of copperKick your head off like a soccer, brawlRaw alcohol and its over, arrest over in octoberPunch a hole through your solar plex, and its overI mark x on your chest -- its over, and bury the deadAint gonna be no restJust pretend, watch me blow like the dust in a gust of windFlow with the rush when I adjust the pen take youMiles and miles and miles leave you at the river of the nileNow deliver the vials, fat, found in the pile in the stackBooks that were took, take a look, backAs I take you further high into the skyWhere your eyes like vision surprise then dive backVision buildin the b-ombs, upon you peonsKnowledge you crazy knowledge we be goin, off!Now you lost tossed in confusion, saw an illusionOf the car that started cruisinActual day mathematics were raised to his atticWhats the weight of a flame, state your nameBut he was afraid of the height, glazed at the lightStrayed, couldnt stay for the flightRan to his book of rhymes, took up some timeFor the brother to hook up a lineAs if he had a fishing rod, but my mission is godScience I be dishin out be hardDeep in his eyes, contacts, plus saw beyond thatSaw the brother couldnt respond backTried to rhyme after me to hold the weightBut the science done drive dem niggaz shoulder blades downLets take a trip travel through the mindAnd played a trick when he unraveled the rhymeBloodthirsty no mercy when I bomb no thinkin emotionsSick him with potions that Ive developedTo make the body swell up like venomOnce Im in em then I skin em and skull emAfter that I call em, back from the essenceWho the ***** want more lessons? its over!Know what Im sayin? its overThe dead bury the dead, its overYour career -- its overAll you wack mcs (finish em up) -- its overFinish em upThe blast, burns back into elementsDevelopment of gas around the mass of the earthA hundred and ninty six millionNow a hundred and forty thousand miles are occupiedBy people causin housinOver this the mind was just browsinThougt I was warm coats, I dispose hopeOf the focus and roast energy toward the enemyNow in burnin gs, chemically enforce infinityAttack, third eye, what occured my, vocal form into a stormWent blaow burnin but left him in the crowd wonderinNow you wonder on many thoughts you ponder fell asleepTryin to seek the beyonder while I would ponder microphonesRecitin poems, strikin domes to your frightening moans -- of horror!Speakin evil hebrew from the torahSlammed the mic it turned to a serpent, open the curtainsSaw things he couldnt interpret, destroyed the earthFill it with gunpowder, came build sun powerRebuild it in one hourThen revealed it through a sunflower shared the showerShowin the power of the north messiah eyes on fireWater oxygen you cant comprehend to these strange doc-trinesStop the winds, beyond the orbits of dionne warwickWith no broomsticks and magic tricks is thisReturn of the iron maidenStomp your corny ass like the ravenWhats the matter? you frostbitten, you lost your mittensIt seem you wanted to cross to smittenSec-ret morse from the christiansIts over! killah priest says, its over!Huh, its over!Your careers is now, finished
