If You Don't Know

[Intro: Killah Priest]

Killah Priest, King Masada

Landed on a sick canvas

Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged

Insane, preaching God's commandment, feel me

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]

I move through the dark regions and won't stop 'til we even

Until you bleeding until you stop breathing

Giving careers a severe beating for MCing

It's something that I don't take lightly

How the fuck you ever invite me to a duel?

I drew before I break fool, then I drag MCs

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

'Til there's no life left, they lifeless

Then micless, what a crisis

I give them a good night's rest

I break your 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, know what I'm sayin'? (Word is bond!)

Your ambition put you in that fucked up condition

Leave you with your own conviction, shit was nonfiction

Now you in a state of non-fixing

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 heading

For a dead-end, stop your sweating

Like Otis Reading, got your pants wetting

Snuck up on you at your wedding, at your honeymoon

Turn that shit into doom

Turn your rap cassettes into your fucking caskets, you goddamn bastards

Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye

Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by

I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye

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

My place to birth, Islam gave the I

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]

The men who praise the grave

Ceremonies from religious cults, half man and half goat

Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes

We followed ghosts, our nose inhale the smoke

Fire breathing dragons, I rub the gold lantern

To the see the future through the crystal ball

The triple walls official once the missile fall

Offense see the coffin

Often I fell at the doorstop coughing

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 face 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

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye

Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by

I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye

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

My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye

Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by

I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye

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

My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye

Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by

I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye

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

My place to birth, ISLAM gave the I

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye

Gave you the toes to crawl, so walk on by

I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lye

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, ISLAM gave the I

[Outro: Killah Priest]

If you don't know... now you know

Killah Priest, now you know

[Outro 2: Malcolm X]

We believe in the resurrection of the dead

We believe that the 20 million black people in America

In the last day will be taught the truth

The trumpet of truth will sound in your ear, as its being sounding today

The trumpet of truth, and as truth strikes your ear, it strikes your heart

It will open your eyes, it will open your ears, it will make you stand up

It will do the same thing for you that truth did for the dry bones in the valley

Because the picture of dry bones in the valley is talking about you

The picture of Lazarus laying dead four days is talking about you

You are Lazarus, you are the dry bones

You are the prodigal son, you are the lost sheep