Reflections
(Intro) PriestYeah, PriesthoodKamachi whadup?We doing it againPut your Good Hands togetherGood morning![Killah Priest]The Heavy Mental is a experience, many witnessed itAt 12, I experiment wit sentences containing toxic flowsIf I drop it - it explodesCooking up pots of gold, the impossibleI would camp at my plantLock down my pad with clamps beneath bright lampsI would write too advanceI spit my style up in two partsFirst the Southern technique came from heartMy Northern style was more darkSome books was lostTechniques were picked up by unmatured sourceSo I developed the third strikeNeva heard on the mic, only if I felt you deserved the lightAnd GZA told 'em - "I was a comet approaching"Pray, he at the ocean due to weak promotionAnd I did but it caused tidalwavesAfter that song B.I.B.L.E. playedI quenched my thirst wit the 'Liquid Swords'The first time it was sweet RZA said "give 'em more"Wisdom poured in a class by myselfSo I asked no one for helpSo he can cheat on the testI would just beat on my deskA couple albums later -- the youth fountain found favorNow he doesn't have to speak to paparaziPriest and his posseToast the good time wit Chief KamachiYeah! There I goUh, it's a lil history right thereFor everybody coming upYeah! Gotta write it downRecord it in the scribesYou know![Chief Kamachi]Yeah, twenty years since I did my first demo tapeLove to hear my voice on the instrumental breakMessiah's word will reach a monumental stateTwo scraped up tape decks trying to innovateHis DJ broke, cutting on a dinner plateIn the mirror, wore your favorite rapper super hero capeKnew the words to 'Raw', thought I was Big DaddyMicrophone Fiend didn't know the shit had meIn every talent show I wanted it nextBack in Philly the top group was 100XI said I'd invent, study and want to perplexMe & Priest Friday classic, what's coming next?We in the history books for bringing out the misery looksWise ancient mystery crooks(Outro) KamachiYeah, uh, yeahChief Kamachi & Killah Priest, know'I'm'sayingJuJu Mob, G-Sciples