[k**ah Priest] I spit fire; exist in worlds that may be higher than yours Little boys run play wit your toys Fingerprints in the universe, I move asteroids Paranoid, I go deeper than you, pa** a void Rap, enjoy art full of secrets, come rappers, get destroyed They call me the King of the Heathens, for reasons I start squeezin', buss off rhymes, like a couple of nines Cup full of wine; sip the n***as that's trippin' My mind's a millennium, shootouts in space and Amphibians Plenty guns, African race and half Indian One third Phoenix bird and Reptilian Dark-ages, new-age, call me Mantanian Chair turn into a throne, I'm Justinian Ruthless, fist turn into stone, I k** many men Nine-hundred souls of God Seven universes of sun, moon, the globe and the star It's in my heart, so of course in God's form When I spit, n***as just don't hear my sh**, they log on Check the inbox, when I press in, it's Hip-Hop Homepage of rage, more things to watch I send 'em a link, the more they think... Pop-up, hard luck, bars of snuff, the screen touch Within my head is all a jury of King Tut I hard and I jerk off my pen, my ink bust I cobra clutch the mic wit incredible grip I spit unforgettable sh**, till your edible click Your Beretta's don't spit, you have barrette and some hips No h*mo, f** around, you'll be in medical stip The rhyme pump shotty, gave 'em a hell of a lift It's the 'Psychic World of Walter Reed' All can bleed, force from, tank top tattoos But his name is Shirley, early