Killah Priest, 4th Disciple - Rokit lyrics

That clown niggas catch a gangster round
I can control y’all niggas when
I embrace the mound my arm is goose
Only difference my shit heavy and smooth
Like the head on Lou
My pen, it plays the part of a sex demon
The words shoot out all over
The page in blue semen
In reverse, it’ll sell like Marcus Neiman
In your throat for scheming
Darts to bars, you can swim through the line
My pH balance like the tears
Of Christ in this time
I do this for Nazareth
Study under the Arabics
Pray five times a day, then I’m out of it
Besides that, I wake up early
Deposit duffel bags to equal the
Weight of Big Shirley
Hardly been rained on, never been snowed in
Some say I’m like De La
Hoya ‘cause I’m golden
Blowing like Biggie catalog
Killing similar riffs as Beethoven
Hand on the garments, mock necks the bombest
Hecklers heck ’til I squeeze
The Tec like Charmin
Bitches, you can call me on my cell phone
If you wanna get hammered and
Stuck just like velcro
You can put me on your ringtone
‘cause I keep that just like a