Militant
Killah Priest Lyrics

Aiyo, we night breathe, move through the night at light speed
We move stealthily by night, swiftly and without being detected.

With Timb's on, baggy denims and white tees
We wear Timberland boots, loose-fitting jeans, and plain white t-shirts for practicality and comfort in combat.

We rest inside our tents, with Mr. Lightly
We seek shelter in our tents, illuminated by soft lights to remain low-profile.

The right trees turn my eyes to Chinese
Certain strains of cannabis alter our vision, making the world around us appear distorted or foreign, as if we were in China.

Then speak like Israelite, become Christ
We speak like followers of Judaism, but also embody the divine aspects of Christianity.

A crown of thorns placed on my head and gun fights
We face battles, incorporating symbols of sacrifice from different religious traditions, such as a thorn crown and weaponry.

Escape through the night, for holdin' my sons tight
We escape danger while embracing our loved ones, protecting them from harm.

Chased by shadows, runnin' towards the lights
We are pursued by darkness and fear, seeking refuge and safety in illuminated places or society.

Relatin' to pharaohs, I speak from peace pipes
We draw inspiration from ancient Egyptian rulers, communing with the divine through smoking tobacco pipes.

Each night, then you burn all friends of 'dro
Every evening, we light a bonfire to ritualistically destroy any remnants of marijuana, and pay tribute to its spiritual and cultural significance.

Givin' praises due, abundance of dough
We show gratitude for our wealth and success, obtained through honest or underground means.

Held by the ebony prince, heavenly set
We are under the protection and guidance of a powerful, benevolent figure who possesses dark skin and divine qualities.

Down to the streets where we plan our revolt
We strategize and organize from the very bottom of society, where we have nothing more to lose in a fight for justice and liberation.

Amongst strangers, and clouds of weed smoke
We mingle with unfamiliar people in a haze of marijuana smoke, fostering unity and camaraderie regardless of our differences.

Addicts and heartless that love to deep throat
We embrace those who struggle with addiction or who are merciless, because they often possess valuable skills or perspectives to fuel our revolution.

I sit amongst goons, gangsta, ex-felons
I am in the company of intimidating or dangerous individuals, including former convicts and gang members.

Ex-cons, addicts discussin' our rebellion
We hold meetings with those who have served time or who are afflicted by substance abuse, collaborating to overthrow the oppressive system.

On the phone with reverends, holdin' up my weapons
We communicate with religious leaders who support our cause, while also bearing arms to defend ourselves and our beliefs.

Waitin' for the beast to set off Armageddon
We anticipate a massive, apocalyptic event where we can finally strike down our enemies and claim victory for our people.

I shoot through trench coats, don't trust kin folks
We are prepared to shoot through any obstacles, even our own family members, if they threaten our safety or our rebellion.

Keep my friends close, so I can watch 'em
We keep our allies within close proximity, observing their actions and loyalty to ensure their trustworthiness.

Through hard laughter, never know what he's plottin'
We maintain a façade of humor and ease, because even those closest to us may still harbor ulterior motives or agendas.

Hunger, then he slipped his hands in your pockets
At times, our desperation may lead us to resort to petty theft or manipulation to survive or advance our cause.

Clip your wallets, it's nothin' personal, it's just projects
We steal or confiscate belongings without malicious intent, acknowledging the brutality of our environment and circumstances.

Watchin' a videotape of Christopher Wallace
We study and analyze the death of rapper Notorious B.I.G., seeking clues or insight into his murder or our own struggles.

Footage exposed, bullet holes in the side of his jeep
We uncover evidence of violent crime and damage, further fueling our desire for justice and retribution.

We hold it in, 'til we collide with police
We suppress our outrage and retaliatory violence until we confront law enforcement, our most common target or adversary.

Ride for 2Pac, and all the soldiers every been shot
We honor Tupac Shakur and any casualties of war, recognizing their bravery and sacrifice for our movement.

Though they body rot, they spirit rest inside of my pen
Even if our fallen comrades are physically gone, their legacy and inspiration remain immortalized through our artistic expression and revolutionary ideology.

Each of 'em tune in, I write the Blueprints that's Stillmatic
We attract and unify others through our music, creating a collective consciousness and sense of purpose.

Build with Arabs, my mic can heal the masses
We establish connections and alliances with our Muslim brothers and sisters, harnessing the power of music and spirituality to empower and inspire our community.

Or feel the caskets, I studied the books of Iron Octopus
We aim to impact both the living and the deceased, educating ourselves on warfare and tactics from ancient texts for a well-rounded approach.

Ladies ride the hook, niggaz spit the verses
We involve and uplift women in our music, highlighting their importance and contribution to our culture and politics.

A pit of serpents, stand and curved in a s shape
Our enemies and obstacles are numerous and deceptive, requiring us to be vigilant and adaptable in our approach.

Then I make your death date
We assert our power and dominance over those who oppose us, and show no mercy in achieving our goals.

I'm hell spawned, drawn near the Hell's gate
We are products of our harsh environment and experiences, resorting to extreme measures and embracing our dark side in pursuit of liberation.

The Indian lady warned me an old man, with pale face
We receive prophetic or supernatural guidance from unlikely sources, including a wise, ancestral Indian woman who predicts our encounter with a malevolent, pale-skinned person.

She said "Fork tongue make painful kisses
We must be wary of deceptive and manipulative people, whose lies and treachery hurt us deeply.

And Priest, when you talk, all the angels listen"
Our words hold great power and spirituality, influencing even celestial beings and earning us a place of honor and respect in the eyes of the divine.

It's too militant..
Our revolutionary spirit and tactics are too extreme and confrontational for some, but necessary for our survival and liberation.