If You Don't Know - Killah Priest, Ol' Dirty Bastard

Killah Priest… King Masada

Landed on a sick canvas

Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged

Insane, preachin God’s commandment, feel me

I move through the dark regions, and won’t stop

'til we even, until you bleedin, until you stop breathin

Givin careers a severe beatin for emceeing

It’s something that I don’t take lightly

How the fuck you ever invite me to a duel?

I drool before I break fool, then I drag MC’s

Beat em down to they knees, grab your necks and squeeze

Till there’s no life left, they lifeless

Then micless, what a crisis

I give them a good night’s rest

I break they biceps, and triceps, thighs and necks

Breast area is the best area

Before I bury ya, I make sure that you never ever, ever, ever try that shit no

more

KnowhatI’msayin?

(Word is bond!)

Your ambition put you in that fucked up condition

Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction

Now you in a state of non-fiction

Make you beg for mercy if you ever approach me

I blow your head off when I talk, chop off your arms

And bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin

For a dead-end, stop your sweatin

Like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin

Snuck up on you at your wedding, at your honeymoon

Turn that shit into doom

Turn your rap cassettes into your fucking caskets

You God damn bastards

Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid

I’m complete analyzer of your entire eye

Gave you no time to crawl, so walk on by

I’m the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie

The good to your bye;

your question to your why?

The wing to your fly, low to your high

The Dirt Dog, I be the God;

the tear to your cry

I drop in it, cleanse the Earth’s

My place to birth strong, gave me the eye

The fatal brave to grave, the ceremonies from religious cults half man and half

goat

Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes

We followed goats, our nose and hella smoke

Fire breathin dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern

To the see the future through the crystal ball

The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall

Offense see the coffin often

I fell at the doorstop coughin, I heard the pipe organ (cough)

Saw some men of a white origin

I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan and George Bush

Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf

Upon the brazen altar

Six men offer their only daughter splashing holy water

I ran for the, camcorders, now I’m plagued with curses

I roam the Earth’s surface, snatchin purses

Allergic to catholic churches, what’s the purpose

Religious worship, is worthless

I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints were married

But now they buried cause of Satan’s fury, I faced the jury

Held in court like Christ nailed to a cross

Confront my knowledge like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate

Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace

The government wants my wallet

I’m complete analyzer of your entire eye

Gave you no time to crawl, so walk on by

I’m the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie

The good to your bye;

your question to your why?

The wing to your fly, low to your high

The Dirt Dog, I be the God;

the tear to your cry

I drop in it, cleanse the Earth’s

My place to birth strong, gave me the eye

If you don’t know… now you know

Killah Priest, now you know