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.
Inner G
Killah Priest Lyrics
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I hide my face like the Elephant Man, follow, you reach
Out of long black sleeves with skeleton hands
Touch rappers, watch them rot, they skin fall off
Boil in the pavement, on the cold boardwalks
Then I laugh like the Joker, while pissin' on 'em
Then put on my hood, wait on the next corner
The next victim, look at his face, with tears in my eyes
Like an avalanche, the way I spit sound like an African chant
The Priest run through MC's like I'm trampelin' ants
Peep the form, it's a Vatican stance
The Pope Victor the first, the flow spit with a curse
The sicker the verse, the more bodies to stick in the dirt
Wait around, I'mma pick you a hearse
I like them long black ones, drive around while spinning on two wheels
It's whatever you feel, blue steel
On black day, silver clouds when the mack spray
Turn rappers back into clay
My mind's a museum filled with microphone exhibits
Of rhymes that I write, that look like pictures
[Ras Kass]
Aiyo, my technique is bezerk, bezerk, I'm better than ya'll niggas
Pull ya fucking skin off like a T-shirt
We taught, no remorse, donate aborted rappers for skin cell research
I spit a few bars, and niggas is Fubar
You wouldn't ride on me if you was driving two cars, homey
The mind of Caesar Augustus, rocking a caesar
Eating a caesar salad in August
Plus I'm allustrious, I've been with the boys
Born and raised in L.A. by monster Co-D's
Slowly chose the dark side for ice cold forties
Like Obi-Wan Kenobi with an iced out Rollie
And might fuck a white bitch, don't get it fucked up
Love black chicks, but they don't like to suck nuts
So tell me what the hell am I suppose to do
It's like sipping siz-urp, in youth and I'm suppose to screw
Talk slimey like Oprah, people shit backwards
Just to make Harpo out of Oprah
Ras spit sicker than most groups put together
Cuz ya'll put together, I put foot to leather
And walk over dead bodies, like Rise of the Machines
Don't be suprised, nigga, it's Idi Amin
Rappers get 'ate' up, like that number on Kobe's jersey
God dammit it, I pop that swervy
[Canibus]
Canibus, the only M.C. on Earth, that did geophysical
Research, about the new rebirth
The Sun, turn the Earth, to rotisserie dirt
Listen 'fore you start dissing me first, this'll be worse
Twelve degree pole shift, displace the ocean
They send space probes in, they come back broken
Armageddon omen, Planet X inbound
That rapidly approaching, none of us are chosen
Field manual, two zero dash four six
Your life's getting away, you better run for it
Population reduction, mass destruction
The reset button is coming and some of us love it
The return of the burial, we will prepare you
Stay away from the media, they will scare you
Rappers respect beef, tactics and technique
I'mma show you how the best compete, let's peep
My verse on the mic, is a surgical strike
Of herbal delight with no personal life
Live Saturday Night, sacrifice, batter the mic
Jab to the left, jab to the right
[Kurupt]
I'm the scripture sculpture, volcanic
You ignoramous, I'm the future
Volcanic vulture, proverb
I fire words, test this cannon
All opponents, poetry Leonist
Spartan, you just can't sink me
Shots, Hell's Kitchen, to Hellsinki
Since I was born, it's all about roaming
Since the Roman wars, I've been Caesar
Master seizures, master of diseases
Throughout the legions, temperature's beyond degrees
Terrifying like Saddam allegiance
Ingenius, fuck ya, I don't wanna have to bust ya open
But I think you're looking too closely
And I don't wanna have to bust ya eyes, fuck it
Fuck your eyes, fuck your momma, fuck the drama
Who needs it, who like it, who bleeds it
Who think it, who smoke it, who drink it
Mothafucka, I'mma start shrinking
Each and every one of you niggas, bitches particles
You walk in and get read like articles
Shredding, I'mma teach all of ya'll
How to start poetry, beheading, of the headless Horsemen, nigga
Read the perscription, try it once, instantaneous addiction
If you ever wanna see me
H-O-R-S-E-M-E-N, nigga, nigga, nigga
The lyrics to Killah Priest's song "Inner G" describe the violent and aggressive nature of the rappers involved. The first verse by Killah Priest is particularly disturbing as he talks about how he hides his face and attacks rappers, causing their skin to fall off and boil on the pavement. He then laughs at them and waits for the next victim. The lyrics paint a picture of a twisted and sadistic individual who enjoys inflicting pain on others. The second verse by Ras Kass is similarly violent but also includes some commentary on race and sexual preferences. He talks about his ability to remove his opponents' skin like a T-shirt and his preference for black women. The final two verses by Canibus and Kurupt continue the theme of violence, highlighting their skills as rappers and their willingness to attack anyone who crosses them.
Overall, the lyrics to "Inner G" showcase the darker side of rap and hip-hop culture, depicting violence and aggression as desirable traits. The use of graphic and disturbing imagery is intended to shock and intimidate the listener, making them feel the power of the rappers involved.
Line by Line Meaning
I hide my face like the Elephant Man, follow, you reach
I conceal my identity like the disfigured Elephant Man, and when you try to come close to me, you fall short
Out of long black sleeves with skeleton hands
My hands, which resemble skeletons, emerge from my black sleeves
Touch rappers, watch them rot, they skin fall off
When I come in contact with other rappers, I witness their decay as their skin peels away
Boil in the pavement, on the cold boardwalks
These rappers suffer and disintegrate on the hot streets and frigid boardwalks
Then I laugh like the Joker, while pissin' on 'em
I find amusement in their destruction and assert dominance by urinating on them
Then put on my hood, wait on the next corner
Afterwards, I cover my face and wait for my next victim
The next victim, look at his face, with tears in my eyes
I observe the face of my next victim, appearing tearful but with sinister intentions
That crystalize and turn into stone, before they fall from my dome
My tears freeze and solidify before they even have a chance to fall
Like an avalanche, the way I spit sound like an African chant
My rap delivery is so forceful and powerful, it echoes like a chant from Africa
The Priest run through MC's like I'm trampelin' ants
I effortlessly defeat other MC's, crushing them like ants under my feet
Peep the form, it's a Vatican stance
Observe my style, which is comparable to the formal stance of the Vatican
The Pope Victor the first, the flow spit with a curse
I possess the flow of the first Pope Victor, delivering verses filled with curses
The sicker the verse, the more bodies to stick in the dirt
The more disturbing and intense my lyrics, the more bodies I bury
Wait around, I'mma pick you a hearse
Just wait, I will choose a hearse for you
I like them long black ones, drive around while spinning on two wheels
I prefer long black hearses, driving recklessly on two wheels
It's whatever you feel, blue steel
You can choose any weapon, but I prefer a blue steel gun
On black day, silver clouds when the mack spray
During a dark and ominous day, I unleash my machine gun
Turn rappers back into clay
I metaphorically transform other rappers into lifeless clay
My mind's a museum filled with microphone exhibits
My mind is like a museum, housing a collection of rhymes written on microphones
Of rhymes that I write, that look like pictures
These rhymes appear visually vivid, resembling tangible images
Contributed by Vivian H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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on From Then Till Now
In Palestine there would drink Ballentine
A poetic description of happiness and abundance
in pallestine Now we drink ballantine. ballantine ale is a mat liquor usually sold in cans with xxx on it. the song is from then till now. imost lines are comparisons. iono who translated this one of the most poetic songs ever written, reminds me of khalil gibrans writings
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on From Then Till Now
We used to sing songs, upon Mount Hebron
The past was filled with beautiful moments and music
We was the wisest and the richest, now we turn to snitches
The community used to be respected and honorable, but now they resort to snitching to survive
you skipped one of the most poetic lines ever written in hip hop music "how does gold turn to bronze? how does gold turn to bronze?"
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on From Then Till Now
now we step in precincts for your ebony prince
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on From Then Till Now
the moments intense for her to step into my white tent.