[Intro: Killah Priest]   You know this beat is crazy, right   This the beat right here, yo   They gonna love this when they hear this, g      [Chorus: Killah Priest]   A lot of these rappers are indecisive   Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest   But, anyway, get rich, get brain   Get off the wall and do the damn thing   Get off the floor and do the damn thing   Get off the floor and do the damn thing      [Killah Priest]   Silly rappers, when will you learn   You play with fire and you will get burned   'cause now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn   Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll   Weak rhymes, same topics   This one's for the streets, for the projects   For my g's with the weed in the apartments   For my dogs in the law hit with charges   Fuck them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless   For my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-less   Hair done, nice face, lookin' flawless   I got that thing, bust off, lead objects   Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise   Name your favorite rapper, well, he's fake   And you fake, that's why you fuck with his tape   I'll take that thing and just bust in your face   You're not real, same flow, no style   I pop steel, lames, no know who go down   And I don't give a fuck, who run the city or not   'cause the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac   And I love those niggas, but I don't love ya'll   Bust a slug for those niggas, but bust a slug at ya'll   And I get physical, visual, very artistical   Givin' party people something, funky to listen to   Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazed   Cross your fizza, face, down to your waist   Raps, I do this, since the music influence the truest   I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines   They knew since their kind is all stupid   Beats we loop it then they cue it, they foolish   And I stand to prove it this time, come on      [Chorus]      [Hook: Killah Priest]   'cause it's new year, best to come correct   I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet   I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet   Get off the wall and do the damn thing   Get on the floor and do the damn thing      [Killah Priest]   I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychic   The nicest is here, the rest of those cats   They was last year, well do something...   I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streets   The cursin', that's weak, do something   Different, for instance, the Priest is brief   A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some gin   Thoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it in   My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flow   Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough   Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy   I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind   Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours   Sever your jaws, I'm ready for war   Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock   And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry   Enemies please don't sit with me   I sit with these and cats with keys   Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!      [Chorus]      [Hook]