Artist: Killah Priest f/ Nas
Album:  The Offering
Song:   Gun for Gun
Typed by: Killah Priest
 
[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]
Guns for gun, streets full of rivers of blood
Raised in the PJ's with real niggas and thugs
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, blood for blood
Coming to a theater near you, it's all love
 
[Killah Priest]
I'll make Mussolini wear a kufi
I talk like Dr. Ben but look like Malcolm holding his uzi
Peering through curtains, who will I murder?
Pearl silencer screw in my burner
.44 caliber, the new Nat Turner
I make Hitler wear a yarmulke
KKK celebrate Kwanzaa, should I pursue further?
I'm like Tutankhamen with the tools of my garment
Put a few in my cartridge, the Moon and stars lit
Light up the hood, it looks like a techno club
We slam dance to this music when the Tec blow slugs
Its ghetto, thugs, welfare and poor education
And gang love, sitting in the federal waiting
 
[Chorus]
 
[Nas]
What did Malcolm think, split second before he was shot?
Did he think to hit the deck on the floor, before he dropped?
Or did he just say "Fuck it, I'ma die for my brothers"
'Cause by killing him, just made his words teach others
Like Martin Luther King, he preached peace
They still got him, like the West-East beef
Finally that shit is rotten
Place yourself in the shoes of a people's leader
From drug kingpin to president, either is off the meter
Your best man can turn to the squeezer, burn you and leave you,
Beside a lonely road or inside a meat freezer
That's the way it goes on the third rock from the Sun
Earth, alone circling the light where we begun
Where we become, a follower to a general
With soldiers to run, they move off every word of your tongue
Feelings are ruthless, when you was young pulling your gun
Not scared to shoot shit, remember it was all in the fun
Is this the power you wanted? Can you control over a hundred minds?
And these are grown men, who've killed over a hundred times
Every champ team has an arch rival
And it takes one time to mess up and niggas don't like you
You start to want peace, niggas want you deceased
Your money low, niggas want you to go
Who else but I can bring the most haunting flow (Nas)
You're soon to see the best of me
From a boy, man, to a king, hear out my destiny
 
[Chorus]
 
[Killah Priest]
When my fam is at stake, I think at how much slander I'll take
Then I sit back and watch tapes on Alexander the Great
Start studying how he bloodied men
I think of rappers I'ma massacre
Metal armour cover my skin,
Take me to war, fuck y'all, Priest is Ivan the Terrible
Stare in my eyes, they unbearable, you collide with the generals
Surround me like the Most High surrounded by Cherubim
Who would off imagined the illest collabo, Priest and Nas are incredible
He spits Ether, I spit urancha, describe how you Devil's move
Scream on emcees as I re-climb on my pedestal
 
[Chorus]