Hell Razah – Maccabee House lyrics

{*knocking at door followed by door opening*}

[Intro: Hell Razah (Killah Priest)]
(Set it!)
Renaissance, Priesthood, Bo King, throw ya M's up
There's many mansion, Maccabeez House

[Killah Priest]
This is hip hop once our lips part
I spit dark words of proverbs
Is it parables or varibles? Observe
My heart is gothic when I carve it
My pad is covered with darkness
I start writing with lightning
My words appear like they comets, astonished
The way arm's swift, beneath my garment
Holsters under armpits, Priest the promised
Roast and smoke the bones of Mohammed
Cameras beswift the virgin
Jewels beneath the turbins of a merchant
I flew for the serpent, push the truth in each person
A hundred doves in the church chirpin
Flock past the preacher's sermons
Look again, there's the Priest emergin!
If a die, the sky will rain drops of frankensense
So embrace the prince
Maccabee Priest, my faculty's deep
We raise from the dead, get up, then we clap the police
I Quantum Leap through the beats
The rest of the troup, rose upon the leaf
My pen fondled through sheets
This is street poetry in the hood bibles
Ghetto gospels, unholy bullets flyin at street apostles

[Chorus X2: Hell Razah]
It's the Maccabeez/Maccabee House
Be careful of the doors you open
Cuz it might be ya casket closin

[Hell Razah]
We got it locked like the Solomon's key, obviously
The fruit don't fall, too far from the tree
So my seeds'll be a prophet like me
Before they grow into a Maccabee
Surrounded by snakes and phalacies
Laid the leaves at the speed of an owl, wrote novels
And send for the heads of Bush and Colin Powells
I rest on the thirteeth floor with the broken elevators
My mind be as vivid as John the revelator
Call me Razah the Renaissance, the Icon, Polaroid
Build with the killas that's broke and unemployed
I ain't tryin to go feminine to sell like Eminem
I'm 8 Miles ahead of 'em, blowin the breath at 'em
My weapons by biochemical, I ain't gimickal
You dealin with the future of the cyber-criminals
2010, more goons movin in
Men came from the womb so we soon die in sin
I'm a room in the room, don't turn my doorknob
I ain't St. Valentine but I'm still a heart throb
It's the Renaissance Child, replace the art they rob
I don't place it on the walls now I place it in bars

[Chorus X2]

[Timbo King]
We know him King by blood, got Solomon genes
If you look close, you could see my angel wings
Halo fitted on me like ya mention an S
An the power that's possessed is a Heavenly bless
Call me Landlord, I own a twelve room house
Acres of green pastures with sheeps and cows
Hebrew thugs, the streets call me Young Jehovah
Send a prayer to those lost souls trapped inside 'em
Wash up in a fountain of youth with no cloth
We don't wear symbols of death, no swords
Jacob's finder, no kin to Jacob's slums
It's the house of Israel where the neighbors come
Knock at the door, get greeted by the Tribe of Dan
If you steal anything, we choppin off ya hands
Respect the Kingdom, this where I rest my head
Crown of David, haircut round and faded
Robe of light, tailor made, go with the Timbs
And my look is so sharp you be callin me Shim
My first and last name on the deed it read
Shalom Adiseum, the mice is dead

[Chorus X2]