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.

Bop Your Head
Killah Priest Lyrics

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[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yea, yea, yea, yea.
Yea, yea. Fuck that!
I`m set it off. Yea, yea, ya shitted.
Ya in some shit now, son.

It`s on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick.
I`m back! Fuck that shit!

Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e`rything, son.
I`m a prove this shit, right here.
Me and my nigga. What!?

[Killah Priest]
The emperor, chief sinister, street minister
guaranteed in two bars to finish ya
React like a cat when he arches back
Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap

I`m a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip
Last Poet`s told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist
Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick
What now, nigga? Look at ya, talk shit

Can`t do it, 'cause you ain`t got no teeth in ya mouth
And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
Ya trained all year, in a karate class
It took one second, to put yo` ass in a body bag

From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don`t last
I like to pop shit, don`t get me started
I slap y`all mothafuckas like y`all little kids in kindegarten
Squeeze yo` head till yo` kidneys harden

Now watch this, I`ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron
And tell niggaz to just start robbin
'Cause y`all niggaz is fucked up
and Brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya

I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
But don`t worry, 'cause I`ma stitch ya, with a rusty screwdriver

[Chorus: Killah Priest]
Niggaz bop yo` heads to this, real shit
Call up yo` clicks to this, it`s realness
You feel this in yo` streets and village
Spare that new shit, Priest killed it
why! Niggaz bop yo` heads to this, real shit
Call up yo` clicks to this, it`s realness
You feel this in yo` streets and village
Spare that new shit, `bus killed it

[Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo I`m a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability
To run at top speed without bendin my knees
I destory shit, pin-point asteroids in orbit

Then, hurl niggaz thousands of miles an hour, towards it
Fuckin heathen, wrap my hands around ya neck region
Then I start squeezin `til ya stop breathin
You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues

I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs
Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain
You`ll probably never walk ever again
Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff

Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, bitch
Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the Iron, bitch
You can`t rhyme bitch, the one triple nine`s mine bitch
The pain`ll make ya voice change octaves

From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge MC`s by they lyrical fitness
And punish DJ`s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures

You`ll be scared to leave the club wit us
You scratch my back, I`ll scratch your`s bitch
I`ll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage
I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud

Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood
The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothafuckas!
(There it is!) So bop ya heads to that, uh (There it is!)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Killah Priest]
Fuckin pussy emcee`s, gon` get a shot in the eye
Y`all niggaz talk behind nigga`s backs
Y`all niggaz better bop ya mothafuckin heads before we blow it off
Ya fuckin perfume missin idiots

Y`all niggaz always runnin, go run and tell that
Go on, runnin, run behind somebody`s back
Run and tell that and take these fuckin slugs wit ya

We goin` get ya mothafuckin clown
Yea...

Overall Meaning

The song "Bop Your Head" is a rap song performed by American rapper Killah Priest and Canibus. The song serves as a warning to other emcees who might try to test them in the rap game. As the song progresses, both rappers assert their dominance and explicitly threaten their listeners physically. Priest describes himself aggressively and warns other rappers that he has an explosive fist that can leave them finished in just two bars. Meanwhile, Canibus uses hyperbole and vivid imagery to describe his rhyming ability.

The song is built with a simple, yet catchy beat that allows listeners to "bop their head," hence the song's title. However, the song has a controversial message that disregards the art of rap music and emphasizes violence as a means of proving oneself.

In conclusion, the song "Bop Your Head" serves as an aggressive declaration of power by both Killah Priest and Canibus. The song emphasizes the rappers' lyrical ability and warns other rappers in the game not to test them. The lyrics are explicit and may not appeal to all audiences.

Line by Line Meaning

Yea, yea, yea, yea.
Boasting about his return

Yea, yea. Fuck that!
Declaring his intention to set things straight

I'm set it off. Yea, yea, ya shitted.
Asserting his dominance

Ya in some shit now, son.
Warning his rivals

It's on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick.
Challenging his enemies

I'm back! Fuck that shit!
Announcing his return

Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e'rything, son.
Making it clear that he's ready for battle

I'm a prove this shit, right here.
Confidently stating his skills

Me and my nigga. What!?
Referring to his collaborator on the track

The emperor, chief sinister, street minister
Describing himself as a powerful figure in the rap game

guaranteed in two bars to finish ya
Promising to end his opponents quickly

React like a cat when he arches back
Suggesting that he's quick and agile

Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
Implying that his rhymes are so powerful they can cause physical harm

I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip
Stating his role as a rapper who's meant to impress

Last Poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist
Referencing an influential poetry group and boasting about his lyrical ability

Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick
Further emphasizing his physical strength

What now, nigga? Look at ya, talk shit
Challenging his opponents after defeating them

Can't do it, 'cause you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth
Mocking his rivals for their lack of skill

And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
Claiming to have defeated his rivals multiple times

Ya trained all year, in a karate class
Belittling his opponents' training

It took one second, to put yo' ass in a body bag
Boasting about his quick and decisive victory

From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last
Threatening violence in recreational settings

I like to pop shit, don't get me started
Admitting his tendency to provoke others

I slap y'all mothafuckas like y'all little kids in kindegarten
Bringing his violent tendencies to the forefront, even against those who are perceived as weak

Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden
Threatening to cause significant harm to his opponents

Now watch this, I'ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron
Declaring his intention to gather allies and cause destruction

And tell niggaz to just start robbin
Proposing theft as a form of retaliation

'Cause y'all niggaz is fucked up and Brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya
Claiming that he and his associates are willing to go to great lengths to seek revenge

I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
Threatening violence once again

But don't worry, 'cause I'ma stitch ya, with a rusty screwdriver
Mocking his opponents by suggesting that he'll injure them and then heal them with a dangerous tool

Niggaz bop yo' heads to this, real shit
Encouraging his listeners to enjoy his music

Call up yo' clicks to this, it's realness
Asking his fans to spread the word

You feel this in yo' streets and village
Claiming that his music resonates with many people

Spare that new shit, Priest killed it
Boasting that his music is superior to newer releases

yo! Niggaz bop yo' heads to this, real shit
Reiterating his request for listeners to enjoy his music

Spare that new shit, `bus killed it
Acknowledging his collaborator's contribution

Yo, yo, yo
Introducing himself

Yo I'm a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability
Boasting about his skills

To run at top speed without bendin my knees
Claiming to be fast and agile

I destory shit, pin-point asteroids in orbit
Claiming to be able to cause significant damage

Then, hurl niggaz thousands of miles an hour, towards it
Suggesting that he is capable of violence

Fuckin heathen, wrap my hands around ya neck region
Using violent language to intimidate his opponents

Then I start squeezin 'til ya stop breathin
Threatening to kill his opponents in a violent manner

You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues
Dismissing his opponents' abilities

I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs
Threatening to cause significant harm to his opponents

Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain
Boasting about his strength and power

You'll probably never walk ever again
Claiming to be able to cause lifelong harm to his opponents

Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff
Dismissing his opponents' rap skills and threatening to kill them

Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, bitch
Using violent imagery to intimidate his opponents

Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the Iron, bitch
Threatening violence once again

You can't rhyme bitch, the one triple nine's mine bitch
Boasting about his skills and suggesting that he's superior to his opponents

The pain'll make ya voice change octaves
Claiming to be able to cause significant physical harm to his opponents

From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
Boasting about his violent tendencies

We judge MC's by they lyrical fitness
Stating his standards for what makes a good rapper

And punish DJ's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Dismissing DJs who don't meet his standards

Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures
Disrespecting women and furthering his violent imagery

You'll be scared to leave the club wit us
Boasting about his intimidating presence

You scratch my back, I'll scratch your's bitch
Suggesting a transactional relationship based on physical pleasure

I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage
Making vulgar and disrespectful references to sex

I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud
Making outlandish claims about his weaponry

Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood
Threatening violence once again

The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
Using imagery from the Book of Revelation to suggest an apocalyptic battle

Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothafuckas!
Boasting about his power and violent tendencies

So bop ya heads to that, uh (There it is!)
Ending on a celebratory note and returning focus to the music

Fuckin pussy emcee's, gon' get a shot in the eye
Threatening violence against other rappers

Y'all niggaz talk behind nigga's backs
Accusing others of being disloyal

Y'all niggaz better bop ya mothafuckin heads before we blow it off
Issuing a warning to his listeners

Ya fuckin perfume missin idiots
Insulting his enemies

Y'all niggaz always runnin, go run and tell that
Claiming that his enemies are cowardly and constantly talking behind his back

Go on, runnin, run behind somebody's back
Furthering the accusation of disloyalty

Run and tell that and take these fuckin slugs wit ya
Threatening violence once again

We goin' get ya mothafuckin clown
Declaring his intention to seek revenge

Yea...
Ending the song on an ominous note

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GERMAINE WILLIAMS, PRIEST BROOKS, SULAYMAN AANSARI, WALTER REED

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