Killah Priest is a tangential associate of the Wu-Tang Clan. The Brooklyn n… Read Full Bio ↴Killah Priest is a tangential associate of the Wu-Tang Clan. The Brooklyn native made his first recorded appearances on records by such Wu side projects and solo albums as the Gravediggaz, Ol' Dirty Bastard's Return to the 36 Chambers, and, most importantly, Genius/GZA's seminal Liquid Swords. His contributions became legendary and paved the way for the release of his acclaimed debut album, Heavy Mental, in the spring of 1998.
Born in Brooklyn, New York and raised in Bedford-Stuyvesant and Brownsville, Killah Priest became infatuated with hip-hop as a child, listening to old-school and new school acts like Eric B. & Rakim alike. He also was influenced by local rappers, like GZA and Onyx's Suave, who would often play local parties. Killah Priest began working on his rhyming and eventually earned a considerable reputation in Brooklyn , but instead of pursuing his musical career further, he took a sabbatical in order to educate himself, primarily about religion and history.
Killah Priest returned to rapping in 1995, appearing on several Wu projects. All of his cameos were noteworthy, but his role on Liquid Swords earned special attention. By the end of 1996, he formed his own side project, the Sunz of Man. In 1997, GZA suggested to Geffen that they sign Killah Priest, and the label took his advice.
Killah worked on the album with True Master and 4th Disciple, two producers associated with the Clan. The resulting album, Heavy Mental, was dense with religious imagery and filled with evocative sounds. It received excellent reviews upon its March 1998 release and was a respectable commercial success, debuting at number 24 on the pop charts.
Killah Priest issued his second album, View from Masada, in the spring of 2000, further bolstering his status as one of the most compelling solo artists in the Wu-Tang stable. After that he has released more projects such as Priesthood and Black August.
Born in Brooklyn, New York and raised in Bedford-Stuyvesant and Brownsville, Killah Priest became infatuated with hip-hop as a child, listening to old-school and new school acts like Eric B. & Rakim alike. He also was influenced by local rappers, like GZA and Onyx's Suave, who would often play local parties. Killah Priest began working on his rhyming and eventually earned a considerable reputation in Brooklyn , but instead of pursuing his musical career further, he took a sabbatical in order to educate himself, primarily about religion and history.
Killah Priest returned to rapping in 1995, appearing on several Wu projects. All of his cameos were noteworthy, but his role on Liquid Swords earned special attention. By the end of 1996, he formed his own side project, the Sunz of Man. In 1997, GZA suggested to Geffen that they sign Killah Priest, and the label took his advice.
Killah worked on the album with True Master and 4th Disciple, two producers associated with the Clan. The resulting album, Heavy Mental, was dense with religious imagery and filled with evocative sounds. It received excellent reviews upon its March 1998 release and was a respectable commercial success, debuting at number 24 on the pop charts.
Killah Priest issued his second album, View from Masada, in the spring of 2000, further bolstering his status as one of the most compelling solo artists in the Wu-Tang stable. After that he has released more projects such as Priesthood and Black August.
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Killah Priest Lyrics
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
I knew life was a myth when I peeped how my mans lived
At times I can't managed my spirit feel damaged
Sick through the planet and dammit I can’t stand it
I wonder who planned it cause it’s wrong where I was planted
Now tell me is it fair that the masons is free
And your brothers ain’t, they faced with facing this beast
Everyday on the street, now this it ain’t a mystery
American history, show they want to get rid of me
They want black history, without credit in history
Some ashamed at they skin, like why was this did to me
But what you expect from a culture robbed of they identity
Spread across the seven seas and you know it ain’t willingly
This is blood on the whip, it ain't cadillac paint
She asked why they pursued, then they splattered that brain
Tell me is it ok, for a cop to run up in a crib,
On some swastika swat sh-- throwing a pen
And inside of that crib they just drop a grenade
I ain’t talking just a home I’m talking where the baby lay
Now was it God’s grace or Satan’s cruel comedic taste
That that baby still fighting to live with half a face
[Hook: Frank Knight]
Why they want my black life?
Why they want my black soul?
Why they try to tell me where I’m from
When they know where I’m from
And they keep me on the run (2x)
[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
Police brutality the beast mentality,
Eat up our young in the streets of poverty
Melaninated and devil hated
They had us sell’d on slaveships cause we fell from the spaceships
Metal braces keep up segregated and separated
I meditated, dream of better places the wu-goo got me medicated
The dynamite sticks I hit left me elevated
Check it our pigment will not let me accept your religion
Reject from the system, accept ancestor's wisdom
Y'all not God that's dog backwards
That's Anubis practice this is Judas blackness
Dial y'all like a Uber catch it
This is for the youth or truth
This not for the loot this for the fruit
You want to know why they want your black life
Because you bring back Christ
You want to know why they want your black soul
Because it leads to all African gold
You want to know the stories been told
And it's true open the scrolls
[Hook: Frank Knight]
Why they want my black life?
Why they want my black soul?
Why they try to tell me where I’m from
When they know where I’m from
And they keep me on the run (2x)
[Verse 3: Frank Knight]
Black on black crime is engineered as the devil's pit
I’m trying to save you as if I’m molding you celibate
It’s pimps pimping moms prize saying don’t sell a bit
Sell a lot, you broke th--, get daddy heller rich
Kids turn loss trying to find what passion is
Some get mule'd, smoked and passed as some s--
G-- In the bondage of masochist
My habitat attached to where pain sadness lives
But watch out for sirens they cause sirens oh yeah
See even with day care, h-- don’t know care
Get sparked for your Jordan’s it ain’t breezy no air
The ghetto is an animal, when you look don’t show fear
Here they popping pass your death tell me that you got this
Here they popping till your religion seems it’s Godless
My zone is New York, it’s get the chrome when you talk
I don’t know what you thought, but when they draw you chalked
You just a lost game of hangman, a body in chalk
You wasn’t fit for the board to play with the Gotti and shark
So what’s the aftermath… the shotty went spark
Puzzled trying to get yourself together with your body in parts
[Hook: Frank Knight]
Why they want my black life?
Why they want my black soul?
Why they try to tell me where I’m from
When they know where I’m from
And they keep me on the run (2x)
I knew life was a myth when I peeped how my mans lived
At times I can't managed my spirit feel damaged
Sick through the planet and dammit I can’t stand it
I wonder who planned it cause it’s wrong where I was planted
Now tell me is it fair that the masons is free
And your brothers ain’t, they faced with facing this beast
Everyday on the street, now this it ain’t a mystery
American history, show they want to get rid of me
Some ashamed at they skin, like why was this did to me
But what you expect from a culture robbed of they identity
Spread across the seven seas and you know it ain’t willingly
This is blood on the whip, it ain't cadillac paint
She asked why they pursued, then they splattered that brain
Tell me is it ok, for a cop to run up in a crib,
On some swastika swat sh-- throwing a pen
And inside of that crib they just drop a grenade
I ain’t talking just a home I’m talking where the baby lay
Now was it God’s grace or Satan’s cruel comedic taste
That that baby still fighting to live with half a face
[Hook: Frank Knight]
Why they want my black life?
Why they want my black soul?
Why they try to tell me where I’m from
When they know where I’m from
And they keep me on the run (2x)
[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
Police brutality the beast mentality,
Eat up our young in the streets of poverty
Melaninated and devil hated
They had us sell’d on slaveships cause we fell from the spaceships
Metal braces keep up segregated and separated
I meditated, dream of better places the wu-goo got me medicated
The dynamite sticks I hit left me elevated
Check it our pigment will not let me accept your religion
Reject from the system, accept ancestor's wisdom
Y'all not God that's dog backwards
That's Anubis practice this is Judas blackness
Dial y'all like a Uber catch it
This is for the youth or truth
This not for the loot this for the fruit
You want to know why they want your black life
Because you bring back Christ
You want to know why they want your black soul
Because it leads to all African gold
You want to know the stories been told
And it's true open the scrolls
[Hook: Frank Knight]
Why they want my black life?
Why they want my black soul?
Why they try to tell me where I’m from
When they know where I’m from
And they keep me on the run (2x)
[Verse 3: Frank Knight]
Black on black crime is engineered as the devil's pit
I’m trying to save you as if I’m molding you celibate
It’s pimps pimping moms prize saying don’t sell a bit
Sell a lot, you broke th--, get daddy heller rich
Kids turn loss trying to find what passion is
Some get mule'd, smoked and passed as some s--
G-- In the bondage of masochist
My habitat attached to where pain sadness lives
But watch out for sirens they cause sirens oh yeah
See even with day care, h-- don’t know care
Get sparked for your Jordan’s it ain’t breezy no air
The ghetto is an animal, when you look don’t show fear
Here they popping pass your death tell me that you got this
Here they popping till your religion seems it’s Godless
My zone is New York, it’s get the chrome when you talk
I don’t know what you thought, but when they draw you chalked
You just a lost game of hangman, a body in chalk
You wasn’t fit for the board to play with the Gotti and shark
So what’s the aftermath… the shotty went spark
Puzzled trying to get yourself together with your body in parts
[Hook: Frank Knight]
Why they want my black life?
Why they want my black soul?
Why they try to tell me where I’m from
When they know where I’m from
And they keep me on the run (2x)
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Frank Knight, The Gonz
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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TN
ODB is irreplaceable for real... RIP man
Don Gee
The vibe here was divine! Bless Wutang chemistry
Tr Nação Ó
Clássico 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Tubro2tone6483
I remember seeing this on MTV live I miss those days
warnutztheloserTV
RZA killed It and Didn't even remember his lyrics
Aaron Allen
He had to censored it a lil bit.
Loy
Remember when Hip Hop / Rap was about bringing a positive message
Jama84
R.I.P ODB
JDEZ09
Yo Priest just wanted to shoutout to ya for bringin the illest albums this side of the millenium. Im still bumpin the Elizabeth + P.W.O.W.R.
But niggaz straight up SLEEPIN on Untold Story of W.R Parts 1 & 2. Anything you drop wit DJ Woool is insane.
Charles Evans
Dat was supa Dope.VA n da building.804 🔥🔥🔥🔥⛽⛽⛽⛽