[Intro: Killah Priest] In the Beginning, no different from the ending It's the Killah Priest, Iron Sheik from the middle east Lacing it Sunz Of Man, you know what I'm saying Big Moe up in the house Ty G and Dreddy Kruger representing
[Chorus: Trebag, (Hell Razah)] We make that music, that moves your body (Natural high, natural high) We make that music, that moves your body (Natural high, natural high) We got the fire, that gets you higher (Natural high, natural high) We got the fire, that gets you higher (Natural high, natural high)
[Verse 1: Killah Priest] Roaming in the 4Runner all summer Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks It's great that, I laugh at competition I'm champion nigga, I can't be sunned Check the royal posture, by the way where's my Oscar? Crack your legs like a lobster, break your arms Beat you to death, snap your neck crack your chest Lay you to rest then confess I judge wisely all spies, trying to size me If you phony, I leave you lonely with your Sony Headphones, laying stiff in the dead zone
[Verse 2: Hell Razah] In the dead zone they lay King Nostradamus with Golden Armlets Teaching hartlets that be stripping for they garments Searching for a broken promise Regardless though who your God is I still feed you full for your conscience Red Ant now launch this, rockets from Red Hook Projects Come to street profit Alicia, to fish ya Roll with a militia Mr. Military, now Roll with a team of Jim Kelly's send my hoes to your telly Spraying holes through your belly, you ain't ready For the deadly, gently MC There ain't a school boy to test me East coast to Wesley Snipe Those who would stress me, we strife Fuck you with the fight, fight, fight, fight
[Chorus: Trebag, (Hell Razah)] We make that music, that moves your body (Natural high, natural high) We make that music, that moves your body (Natural high, natural high) We got the fire, that gets you higher (Natural high, natural high) We got the fire, that gets you higher (Natural high, natural high)
[Verse 4: Trebag] Like an Alaskan breeze, I blow through your April's Stuck to your mental like thumb-tacks and staples Been to temples, learned Egyptian time-tables My trade marks on labels and biblicals from mavels Gives life to trapped ex-cons and expedites You can't escape my prison, I'ma living Israelite Killing off [?] then build my paradise Green grass grows, the white house is wiped out Keep your red meat, I'll be fishing for trout The maze, I'm the mouse, I figured my way out Pinky and the Brain had to find another house Whereabouts, go walk and frolic in the frolics Next time you lie, think about being honest, I bomb this
[Verse 5: Hell Razah] We kill with calmness, words come forth like a savior A wicked man's Heaven is the Hell for the Razah Raised up in Brooklyn, two decades of meeting slaves From prenatal to the grave, from the cradle to the cage State pens be like play-pens, the government enslaving Inside a science project with no escaping Unless they die for it, you for the cream so you lie for it While other thieves already spy for it I watch snake eyes everywhere around me Devils try to drown me in the water in the town built for slaughter Without order you got chaos, player haters Who play us, death-bed layers, who forgot to pay us Now they covered up with layers It's too deep for you rap duplicators who's packs be betrayers
[Chorus: Trebag, (Hell Razah)] We make that music, that moves your body (Natural high, natural high) We make that music, that moves your body (Natural high, natural high) We got the fire, that gets you higher (Natural high, natural high) We got the fire, that gets you higher (Natural high, natural high)
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Track 3 from the album The Last Shall Be First released on July 21, 1998.
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