Dark Ages

(Intro) Priest (Razah)
Yeah yeah, uh
Yo Renaissance (Wuz the deal?)
Yo since we both vibing to this beat right here (No doubt!)
No'I'mean, 4th killed this shit
Uh, yo I gotta tell you about this story son
About a dream I had last night
Yo I wrote about it man
Like to hear it nigga?
Here we go (Word up!)

[Killah Priest]
I'm on my rooftop right? Aiming my scope
Check what I wrote! I got my target right in my sight
My X on the pump, cuz what I believe he is the beast
Will later on take away peace
His dragon form took the shape of a priest
Beneath his white hat, 6-6-6 arithmatic
Pale horses going to follow him whenever the missles hit

[Hell Raza]
Yo Priest that shit's crazy son, word up
Cuz I was just in Oxford University the other day
And I was going through these books and shit
And I bump into some shit about the British Monarchy and shit
And it was relating to that dream you had son
That's some crazy shit, it was on some...

Black Kings they find 'em and hide 'em in the assylum
In the cattacomb of modern day Rome
We do the Assata, son I got 'em when I turn into an album
They wanna try my crown before they learn to work their way from the bottom
It's Nat Turner reincarnated, modern day educated
The insurrection for the sons of David
Each verse got my head flaming
Walked through hell with the head of Satan
Tell the Most High we Heaven Razah
Before the bombs get detonated
For the treasures that was kept sacred
Democrat's got the same faces
As Republican who act racist
Fuck a vote we gon' revolt
We came off boats
Now we sell weed and cook up coke
Sling dope, send a note to the Vatican Pope
And then we toast right hand on your heart
Before the oath like a seance
We call out ghosts of dead folks

[Killah Priest]
Damn son I see what you saying with that Raz, nah'mean?
Yo that's that real shit right there
That's that shit we should get into
Like reading books and all that shit
Taking it back to the dark ages and all that shit
Most of them niggas were black anyways
Check out this shit I was writing

Just like a melting pot filled with felons and cops that's haunted
Walk through these corners see a skeleton drop
It's hell I'm born with, tortures me my melanin and rot
And fall off my bones
Next to my name they carve a cross in the stones
I call out, speaking in tongues unknown the hood turns black
The known tricksters won't pull back
The bullet fall from every barrel
I walk from the cemetery they say here comes the pharaoh
Priesthood, you know