It's Over

[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] Motherfucker quit pushin!

[KP] Oh my God, run for your lives

[Girl] Yo what's goin on?

[KP] It's coming! It's coming!

[Girl] Why is y'all runnin?

[KP] It's over, it's coming

[Girl] Where y'all going? What y'all running for?

[KP] It's over, it's 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 motherfucker quit pushin me up!

[KP] Right there, there, it's over, damn he's right there

[KP] It's over, it's over

[Girl] Hey yo who the fuck is that?

[KP] It's over, run! It's over, run!

[KP] It's over! It's over!

*people screaming*

[Killah Priest]

All science addicts religious fanatics

Curiosity seekers biblical preachers historians

Ritual believers scholars teachers spiritual leaders

High priests generals seargeants and them rude captains

Lieutenants lower your gimmicks I'm the hip-hopper

that'll rock to fill a opera acapella locked cellar

Watch hell-ah, freeze over take you lower break you bold

Constrict to hit you like fingertips in your soul

Put whiskey in your soda or vodka

Chop you with a blade made of copper

Kick your head off like a soccer, brawl

Raw alcohol and it's over, arrest over in October

Punch a hole through your solar plex, and it's OVER

I mark X on your chest -- it's over, and bury the dead

Ain't gonna be no rest

Just pretend, watch me blow like the dust in a gust of wind

Flow with the rush when I adjust the pen take you

miles and miles and miles leave you at the river of the Nile

Now deliver the vials, fat, found in the pile in the stack

Books that were took, take a look, back

As I take you further high into the sky

where your eyes like vision surprise then dive back

Vision buildin the b-ombs, upon you peons

Knowledge you crazy Knowledge we be goin, OFF!

Now you lost tossed in confusion, saw an illusion

of the car that started cruisin

Actual day mathematics were raised to his attic

What's the weight of a flame, state your name

But he was afraid of the height, glazed at the light

Strayed, couldn't stay for the flight

Ran to his book of rhymes, took up some time

for the brother to hook up a line

as if he had a fishing rod, but my mission is God

Science I be dishin out be hard

Deep in his eyes, contacts, plus saw beyond that

Saw the brother couldn't respond back

Tried to rhyme after me to hold the weight

but the science done drive dem niggaz shoulder blades down

Let's take a trip travel through the mind

and played a trick when he unraveled the rhyme

Bloodthirsty no mercy when I bomb no thinkin emotions

Sick him with potions that I've developed

to make the body swell up like venom

Once I'm in em then I skin em and skull em

After that I call em, back from the essence

Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over!

Know what I'm sayin? It's over

The dead bury the dead, it's over

Your career -- it's over

All you wack MC's (finish em up) -- it's over

Finish em up

The blast, burns back into elements

Development of gas around the mass of the Earth

A hundred and ninty six million

Now a hundred and forty thousand miles are occupied

by people causin housin

over this the mind was just browsin

Thougt I was warm coats, I dispose hope

of the focus and roast energy toward the enemy

Now in burnin G's, chemically enforce infinity

Attack, third eye, what occured my, vocal form into a storm

went blaow burnin but left him in the crowd wonderin

Now you wonder on many thoughts you ponder fell asleep

tryin to seek the beyonder while I would ponder microphones

Recitin poems, strikin domes to your frightening moans -- of HORROR!

Speakin evil Hebrew from the Torah

Slammed the mic it turned to a serpent, open the curtains

Saw things he couldn't interpret, destroyed the Earth

Fill it with gunpowder, came build sun power

Rebuild it in one hour

Then revealed it through a sunflower shared the shower

Showin the power of the North Messiah eyes on fire

Water oxygen you can't comprehend to these strange doc-trines

Stop the winds, beyond the orbits of Dionne Warwick

With no broomsticks and magic tricks is this

Return of the Iron Maiden

Stomp your corny ass like the Raven

What's the matter? You frostbitten, you lost your mittens

It seem you wanted to cross to smitten

Sec-ret morse from the Christians

It's over! Killah Priest says, it's over!

Huh, it's over!

Your careers is now, finished