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.
Vengeance
Killah Priest Lyrics
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[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah... Priesthood again, Killah Priest
Proverbs, the whole unit, Savoy up in here
You.
[Killah Priest]
Bag a body up, on back of the truck
Whoever this, ain't hear from since
Beretta's spit, then I'm off in the trench
Once the head spit, dust off my prints
Bullet wounds left more than an inch
Six in him and four in his bitch
Ya'll should just stop and just call it quits
Only gonna end up in the morgue or the ditch
When I start rhyming, put my all in it
I ain't got time for no baller shit
One clip, take a nigga to the exit
Pray that he meet death quick
Poison body like asbestos
Shot him when the tech spit
At the same time, aim nines, canine
[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest, Ras Kass]
So what ya'll want, dog, what's the deal?
I ain't got, nothin' for ya'll, but lots of steel
I ain't, runnin' from ya'll got shots to peel
I ain't, fallin' cuz ya'll, cuz my heart stays real
[Ras Kass]
Yeah, looky here, ain't no crooky here
Punk pumps no fear or Kool-Aid
Pump shit the opposite of what you feel, fuck what you say
Wanna see me trapped (uh-huh), fucked in the game (okay)
Locked up in the pen, or, caught by the flames
Nah, caught up by the same thing, glock to your brain chain
Maintainin' these strange days, pains, what this fame brings
But how you gon' stand out, with your hand out, beggin' like a bitch
Expect me to do you a favor, and get you rich
Faggot, I don't owe you shit, so quit, don't show you shit
Except, when I'm makin' sure you, who spit
Either it's this microphone click, either way that go is a hit
So please believe, thanks to gullies and get gats, so easily
[Chorus w/ Killah Priest ad-libs]
[Killah Priest]
Nigga still wanna beef with court police
Your code on the streets, is backwards, man
As we hold heat, put holes in your jeep
Nigga, what you preach, you should practice and
This gat in my hand put you back in the land
Six feet deep sleep, eternal, they sold heat in inferno
Watch your body drop while your soul leaps external
Bullet pop like Three's Company did to Colonel
I gotta taste for war, that's why I lick shots
And hate for ya'll, bigger than hip hop, nigga stop
Ya'll not street, ya'll not Priest, ya'll not Ras, ya'll straight trash
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, Killah Priest, Ras Kass
For you and yours, from the force, the Horse
That's right ("the wicked"), 2002, 2003, whatever
What it's gon' be... pop off
The song "Vengeance" by Killah Priest featuring Ras Kass is a raw and aggressive track that exhibits the rappers' gangster mindset. They rap about shooting their enemies with guns and making sure they're dead by firing more bullets than necessary - "Six in him and four in his bitch." They also rap about their reputation as street warriors, and how they're not to be messed with. Ras Kass talks about staying in the game for the money and the fame, but also being willing to take out anyone who tries to harm him. The chorus highlights their unrelenting nature, with lines like "I ain't runnin' from ya'll got shots to peel" and "my heart stays real."
The lyrics in this song may be disturbing to some listeners due to its graphic violence and aggression. However, it shows the harsh reality of how some people live their lives, and the lengths they're willing to go to protect themselves and their reputation. The song's overall message is clear - don't mess with these rappers, or you'll face the consequences.
Line by Line Meaning
Nigga wanna front, get him with the pump
If someone wants to act tough, I'll shoot them with my shotgun
Bag a body up, on back of the truck
If I kill someone, I'll move the body in the back of my truck
Whoever this, ain't hear from since
If I deal with someone, no one will hear from them again
Beretta's spit, then I'm off in the trench
Once I shoot with my Beretta, I'll go into hiding
Once the head spit, dust off my prints
Once I shoot someone, I'll remove any evidence that can trace back to me
Bullet wounds left more than an inch
The bullet wounds I cause are deep and significant
Six in him and four in his bitch
I'll shoot six times to ensure the victim is dead, and an additional four shots will be fired at anyone else involved
Ya'll should just stop and just call it quits
If you don't want to be killed, you should give up now
Only gonna end up in the morgue or the ditch
If you continue to resist or fight back, you'll either end up dead or in jail
When I start rhyming, put my all in it
When I rap, I put all my passion and anger into it
I ain't got time for no baller shit
I don't have time for useless things like luxury lifestyle
One clip, take a nigga to the exit
One magazine can kill a person easily
Pray that he meet death quick
I hope the person I shoot dies immediately
Poison body like asbestos
My bullets and guns are toxic and dangerous like asbestos
Shot him when the tech spit
I shot the person with my firearm
At the same time, aim nines, canine
We aim our guns and attack like trained dogs
So what ya'll want, dog, what's the deal?
What do you want from me? What's the situation?
I ain't got, nothin' for ya'll, but lots of steel
I don't have anything to give away except for my guns
I ain't, runnin' from ya'll got shots to peel
I'm not afraid of you, I'll shoot you back
I ain't, fallin' cuz ya'll, cuz my heart stays real
I won't lose because I stay true to myself and my beliefs
Punk pumps no fear or Kool-Aid
I'm not scared and I'm not easily influenced like a kid with Kool-Aid
Pump shit the opposite of what you feel, fuck what you say
I'll do the opposite of what you say, I don't care about your opinion or feelings
Wanna see me trapped (uh-huh), fucked in the game (okay)
If you want to see me fail or locked up in a difficult situation, I don't care
Locked up in the pen, or, caught by the flames
Whether I go to jail or die in fire, I won't be affected
Nah, caught up by the same thing, glock to your brain chain
I'll end up getting killed by the same thing that I've been using to kill others - guns
Maintainin' these strange days, pains, what this fame brings
The challenges and difficulties of fame are hard to maintain
But how you gon' stand out, with your hand out, beggin' like a bitch
You can't succeed by begging, be independent and work hard
Expect me to do you a favor, and get you rich
You can't expect me to help you become rich
Faggot, I don't owe you shit, so quit, don't show you shit
I don't owe you anything, so stop expecting me to do something for you
Except, when I'm makin' sure you, who spit
The only time I'll pay attention to you is when you perform on the mic
Either it's this microphone click, either way that go is a hit
Whether it's my rapping or shooting, it's always a hit
So please believe, thanks to gullies and get gats, so easily
I hold guns so easily thanks to my rough upbringing
Nigga still wanna beef with court police
Some people still want to fight against the authority or law enforcement
Your code on the streets, is backwards, man
The moral code on the streets is messed up and incorrect
As we hold heat, put holes in your jeep
We'll shoot at your car and leave holes in it
Nigga, what you preach, you should practice and
You should practice what you preach
This gat in my hand put you back in the land
I'll use my gun to kill you and send you back to the earth
Six feet deep sleep, eternal, they sold heat in inferno
You'll be buried six feet under, permanently dead, because of the gun violence in the streets
Watch your body drop while your soul leaps external
Your physical body will die while your soul moves on to the spiritual world
Bullet pop like Three's Company did to Colonel
The sound of the gunshots is loud and piercing like the TV show, Three's Company
I gotta taste for war, that's why I lick shots
I'm addicted to violence and that's why I shoot at people
And hate for ya'll, bigger than hip hop, nigga stop
I have a lot of anger and hate towards people, even bigger than my passion for rap
Ya'll not street, ya'll not Priest, ya'll not Ras, ya'll straight trash
You're not tough, you're not real like me and Ras Kass. You're just garbage
For you and yours, from the force, the Horse
This song is for our supporters, from the group Proverbs, and our record label, Wu Tang Clan
That's right ("the wicked"), 2002, 2003, whatever
We'll keep making music for the "wicked" people, no matter what year it is
What it's gon' be... pop off
What will happen next? Let's start the action
Contributed by Parker P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
OfficialBlasphemy
You guys are super under rated.