Do the Damn Thing

[Intro: Killah Priest]

You know this beat is crazy, right

This the beat right here, yo

They gonna love this when they hear this, g

[Chorus: Killah Priest]

A lot of these rappers are indecisive

Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest

But, anyway, get rich, get brain

Get off the wall and do the damn thing

Get off the floor and do the damn thing

Get off the floor and do the damn thing

[Killah Priest]

Silly rappers, when will you learn

You play with fire and you will get burned

Cuz now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn

Turn off my radio cuz I'm not concerned with ya'll

Weak rhymes, same topics

This one's for the streets, for the projects

For my g's with the weed in the apartments

For my dogs in the law hit with charges

Fuck them, cuz I love ya'll regardless

For my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-less

Hair done, nice face, lookin' flawless

I got that thing, bust off, lead objects

Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise

Name your favorite rapper, well, he's fake

And you fake, that's why you fuck with his tape

I'll take that thing and just bust in your face

You're not real, same flow, no style

I pop steel, lames, no know who go down

And I don't give a fuck, who run the city or not

Cuz the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac

And I love those niggas, but I don't love ya'll

Bust a slug for those niggas, but bust a slug at ya'll

And I get physical, visual, very artistical

Givin' party people something, funky to listen to

Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazed

Cross your fizza, face, down to your waist

Raps, I do this, since the music influence the truest

I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines

They knew since their kind is all stupid

Beats we loop it then they cue it, they foolish

And I stand to prove it this time, come on

[Chorus]

[Hook: Killah Priest]

Cuz it's new year, best to come correct

I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet

I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet

Get off the wall and do the damn thing

Get on the floor and do the damn thing

[Killah Priest]

I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychic

The nicest is here, the rest of those cats

They was last year, well do something...

I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streets

The cursin', that's weak, do something

Different, for instance, the Priest is brief

A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some gin

Thoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it in

My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flow

Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough

Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy

I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind

Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours

Sever your jaws, I'm ready for war

Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock

And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry

Enemies please don't sit with me

I sit with these and cats with keys

Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!

[Chorus]

[Hook]