Watchin' Me

[Intro: Killah Priest]

I, Ghetto Jesus, speak to you from the Maccabee Militia

Since 1776...

[Chorus: Killah Priest (Heart)]

When you surfing on your Internet... (nowhere to run)

Or turn on your T.V. set... (nowhere to hide)

On the back of your dollar bill... (all on my own)

Send your boy out to Porter's field (they just gon' watch)

When you talk on your cellular phone... (eyes all around me)

When you think that you all alone... (pausing me)

While you sitting at your job desk... (wherever I go)

Or you in front of your projects... (they are watching me)

[Hell Razah:]

I gotta, threw on my silencer, my hoodie go over my yarmulke

I'm a conquerer, they honor us saints with a harmonica

We sing songs, like the Book of Psalms

Seven stars in our palms, I say shalom

Before I talk to my moms, with Genesis

Tattooed on my arms, my skin bronzed

Woolie hair, don't stare in my eyes, they firey

We the Maccabee dynasty, check our diary

God guiding me, even though, hell is watching me

Satellite's x-raying your life, they know the flavors of rice

At nighttime, hear your prayers to Christ

Watching, got the key to the doors you locking

Who supply all the keys and the guns, you copping

Watching, every move that you make, recorded on tape

This ain't Enemy of the State, they watching

Got channels, with antennas, that catscan us

Looking for the answers of our ancestors

Airports got metal detectors

So I travel in a thought, where they can't catch us...

[Chorus]

[Killah Priest:]

Like stares of echo, when I talk, you can see white frost

I be there by your side, when you turn the lights off

I'm like a ghost, no post, that beast in his body

Just the voice of Malcolm X, to Marcus Garvey

To Ennis Cosby, watch me, when inches my eyes see them

Like I'm looking through God's lens, my dark skins turn leopards

My eyes roll back of my head, then I deliver the message...

From the angels to an agent, to the politicians to a prophet

What I write is sacred, it's like man on a stand

And his life that he's faced with, the year '94, month March

Day 14th, I'm somewhere in the park in Fort Greene

Cops they drive past slow, look me dead in my eyes

Like we both know, I'm bout to set a revolt

Checking everybody through weed smoke

This that hood shit, but these niggas will start riots

Talking cocktail bombs, fuck starting a fire

My nigga J.R., knocked down a horse, with police still on it

Smiled, said he do this for sport

We laughed, time passed, and I ain't see him since

Seen no collector's cash, and push weed through a fence

Next thing you know, his body pops up in a ditch

Who did it? Know the cops, but they wouldn't admit... why?

[Chorus]

[Timbo King:]

What the eyes see, what the ears hear, the mind believes

Buck at these, I'm running through the P's

Top of the watchtower, overlooking the view

Now anything come through, we chew

Four corner the market, mob the stool, my father's jewel

Fuck the judicial, municipal, I slap bells off of justice face

Supreme Court can't just a case, I got eyes in back of my head

I see the past and the present, before and after my essence

Look, first, I'm a crook, first

Under surveillence, the feds wanna zoom in

At my goon men, who be ruling... yeah

My Militia consist of gorillas and lions

In the pits of the fire, in the middle of Zion

Go to war like David, when he stoned Goliath

In, front of the projects, the phones is wired

Watch you, park your truck, then strip your tires

I see dead people living in a jail inviting

Closed caption, widescreen, R. Kel' with minors

Say cheese, I'm a send his picture over seas

So they can see the same disease, and the air we breath

3D vision, you see them three d's listening

Carpet and son, you see me fishing, free my vision...

Free my vision...

[Chorus]

[Outro: Hell Razah]

24 hours, we being recorded on tape

Every move we make... going to get money from the banks

Going to get food out the score

Going to get gas... anything we fucking do right now

Is being recorded...