[Intro: Jackpot]
Artfull Dodgers...

[Jackpot]
All you crumbs on the table, get wiped off to the floor
I pull like spouts, you more like drouts, can-t flow with the hardcore
Killah Priest, he dug the masses, to execute and damage
Artfull Dodge, then amp, then rush when you advance
Chemicals mixtures, livin- out pictures
From the ceiling to the structure
Punchin- peeps that play the role, they remind me of the others
I don-t like the way you look, that-s a lyric in my book
Shake your women off my hook, take them off to break these crooks
You overlooked the fact, I finished first, prepare to start the battle
Jackpot take out literally, cuz eventually I travel
All fans, I-ll ask -em, high or low, I explode
Decode your home promote, taking over your whole show
Engrave the center stage, with my presence, trap the crescent
Over charge, you better haul, that talk is small
Catch a grip, when my hit drops it
Don-t step to this, spot get clinch these
Hip hop estatic

[Chorus: Killah Priest sample from "4th Chamber"]
I judge wisely, as if nothing ever surprise me
Loungin-, between two pillars of ivory, ivory, ivory
Scream the name out, Killah Priest

[Killah Priest]
Is a phantom, the fifth grandson of Manson
Tramplin-, over bodies like I-m Samson
I-m the ghost, of what Jeffrey Dahmer wrote
I-m like a messenger, sent to cut your throat, like fuck it, yo
Then head back to the hut and smoke
I-m the man that society graph, my left hand-s plastic
Designed by Russian blacksmith, captured by a police dragnet
Usin- military graphics
I-m a magnet, my left retina, is like a TV set
I see static, this is madness
My project housings, is like the lost tabernacle
Walkthrough, phantoms grab you, then jackals attack you
Drag you by the Devil-s curtains, filled with serpents
And brain surgeons, dark alleyways and niggas is drinkin- and cursin-
Death angels are lurkin-, where the lucifer meets you in person
Where evil is searchin- for fresh shows, throw your in hell-s threshhold
You know the dress code, P.L.O., it-s Priest, nigga, what

[Chorus]

[B. Gozza]
My battle title untouched, like monterelic dust
Your so much on my dick, I crack your jaw with a pelvic thrust
Artfull-s hard to follow like a parked car
Pierce skin, muscle and bone, to leave your heart scared
Strictly we remove your teeth, with precision like a dentist
You can-t see me, like a prisoner of life sentence
You say you hate your life, to me that thought-s ridiculous
I help you escape, like Al Capone-s syphilis
Heard your best effort, shit kid, I ain-t buyin it
You couldn-t pay me to listen, if I was your psychatrist
Admire this technique, directly injecting
I find your mental weak, you-re correctly selecting
We silence M.C.-s like turntablism
I can-t feel your style, like my sense of touch was missing
Blessed by Priest, so you cats can base me
Takïn- over the world, and then we renovate

[Chorus]

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