[Intro: Killah Priest]
Maccabeez... right there, right there...
Yeah... hop steppin'
Oh you wanna get right there? Aight...
[Killah Priest]
Walk with me, as I creep through the hood
Priest Doggy Dogg and I came with all of my wolves
Macca, right back at ya
Gats tucked, splatter black hah!
One shot, lungs stop workin'
Gun hot, here come cops searchin'
Lurkin', is the one they call Priest
Call me the artist they way I draw heat
Militant, dilligent, is how I tote pure, nigga
I came straight off the cargo ship
Use a gold fist, now I throw in eclipse
You and ya man in the front get blown to bits
Shit... this is not a dude of bushmen
This is Priest straight from Brooklyn
Look, I've done been in those pens, all them bookings
Look man if you wanna survive I suggest you take this and fly or catch five
[Chorus x2: Timbo King]
So don't hate if you girl wanna leave with me
I've been a Mac since Cornbread, Earl & Me
When you hear both samples of the trumpets blow
Believe me yo, so pass that kiwi 'dro
[Timbo King]
Yeah angels on the dancefloor shakin' their wings (a lot of ass)
Showtime, she about to sing
I see Usher at the bar, red winin' it up
Thug Passion of Christ, fill me cup, we live it up
Come as you are, we don't care about ya clothes
Got the devils outside, wanna stop our glow
Firey eyes, haze off the burnin' bush
Lookin' at the video when we was burnin' Bush
DJ playin' songs, oldies and goodies
Disciples be the bouncers, soldiers with hoodies
It's the Maccabee House (Yo Priest, yo Razah.. yo Timbo what up)
You act up in here and you get cast out
In Club Heaven, the party don't start 'til eleven
And we ain't leavin' 'til a quarter to seven
If you feelin' what we sayin' holla "Armageddon"
If you not on our list then you not gon' get in
[Chorus x2]
[Hell Razah]
M's up!
I'm a Hennessey sipper, drink the best liquor
When Maccabeez combine we form into a dipper
Stamp the White House with a Black Market sticker
We link like Orion, son, watch ya sister
My flow be an '88 renaissance picture
When niggaz slept on the A-Train, they'll come get ya
We been had Ninas, back for my Adidas
Now we stash money in banks of Argentina
Hell up in Brooklyn, son I'm Black Caesar
I inhale reefer, to exhale ya ego
It go from Brooklyn to London to Bethlehem
We take shots of petron like we Mexican
Tell Bloomberg we feelin' like X again
The way Pistol Paul felt if he grabbed a pen
It's the Renaissance Child, let the games begin
Watch me draw icons of Blacks of Lebanon
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Hell Razah]
It's mind over matter
Mind movin' everything around us right now
KnowI'msayin'?
Controllin' this whole shit right now
The mind's rulin' everything
You see it? You see it?
Haha... everything we do right now
It's real... the whole world
The whole world stepped in
We got y'all, y'all logged in right now
Maccabeez, y'all logged into themaccabeez.com (hahaha)
So don't hate if ya girl wanna leave with me
Yeah... Maccabeez, yeah...
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