[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of BloodRaised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugsEye for an eye, two for two, blood for bloodComin' to a theatre near you, it's all love[Killah Priest:]I make Mussolini wear a KufiI talk like Dr. Ben but look like Malcolm holdin' his hoochiePant through curtains, who will I murder?Pearl silencer screw 'em up I burner.44 caliber, the new Nat TurnerI make Hitler wear a YarmelkeKKK, celebrate Kwanzaa, shit should I pursue further?I'm like Tutankhamen, with the tools of my garmentPut a few on my cartridge, the Moon and Stars litLight up the hood it looks like a techno clubWe slam dance to this music when the Tec blows slugIt's ghetto thugs, welfare and poor educationAnd gang love sit in the federal waitin'[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of BloodRaised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugsEye for an eye, two for two, blood for bloodComin' to a theatre near you, it's all love[Nas:]What did Malcolm think, split second 'fore he was shot?Did he think to hit the deck on the floor, before he dropped?Or did he just say "Fuck it, I'ma die for my brothers"'Cause by killin' him, just made his words teach othersLike Martin Luther King, he preached peaceThey still got him, like the West-East beefFinally that shit is rottenPlace your self in the shoes of a people's leaderFrom drug kingpin to president, either is off the meterYour best man can turn to the squeezerBurn you and leave ya, beside alone on the roadOr inside a meat freezerThat's the way it goes on the third rock from the SunAlone circlin' the light where we begunWhere we become, a follower to a generalWith soldiers to run, they move off every word of ya toungeFeelings are ruthless, when you was young pullin' ya gunNot scared to shoot shit, remember it was all in the funIs this the power you wanted? Can you control over a hundred minds?And these are grown men, who've killed over a hundred timesEvery champ team has a arch rivalAnd it takes one time to mess up and niggaz don't like youYou start to want peace, niggaz want you deceasedYour money low, niggaz want you to goWho else but I can bring the most hauntin' flow (Nas)You're soon to see the best of meFrom a boy, man, to a king, hear out my destiny[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of BloodRaised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugsEye for an eye, two for two, blood for bloodComin' to a theatre near you, it's all love[Killah Priest:]When my families at stake, I think at how much slender I'll takeThen I sit back and watch tapes on Alexander the GreatStart studyin' on how he bloodied menI think of rappers I'ma massacreMetal armor cover my skin, take me to war, fuck y'allPriest is Ivan the Terrible, stare in my eyes, unbearableYou collide with the generalsurround me like the Most High surrounded by _Who would of imagine the illest collabo, Priest and Nas are incredibleHe spits Ether, I spit Urantia, described by how you Devil's moveScream on Emcees as I recount my pedestal[Chorus: Killah Priest]Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of BloodRaised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugsEye for an eye, two for two, blood for bloodComin' to a theatre near you, it's all love
