How Many(Explicit) - Killah Priest

How Many (Explicit) - Killah Priest
My mind is designed
Like a Mayan pyramid
When you climb up the steps
You can get where the emerald is
I left witnesses for those
Who didn't believe
Show the depths of sentences
Y'all forbidden to leave
Alphabets become images
You listen to see
How the breath of the
Lyricist can breathe 3-D
Trapped in each bar
It gets deep with the God
Like the five pillars that
They teach at the Mosque
Try to defy Killah
And you seek a mirage
Terrifying thriller
Have you reaching your heart
Priest fitting to get dark
Dark and it can get
Dark as the first nine
Pharaohs that ruled Egypt
Dark as the moon cast the
Shadows that 'cause eclipse
Dark as the ladies
With the tarots telling you secrets
Dark as the gun barrel
Right before you squeeze it
I enter your mind like an auditorium
Your picture was distorted
But I restored your film
Now you see clearer
My pen has a lens
Like I'm sitting in a theater
Come back again
Remind you of Rakim
But I'm not him
Though we one and the same
The second coming of Kane
I'm like Kool G Rap put the Uzi in rap
Or KRS One said it was cool to be black
For Slick Rick announced
That the Ruler was back
Back in the days when gold jewelry was fat
Before Wu or Biggie
Nas Jigga or 50
That was New Yiddy
They ruled the city
On the West Coast
It was run by Death Row
Pac gave 'em Thug Life
But I just hug mics
The grip of the python
The strength in my right palm
Will crush a competitor's life form
How many MC's must I defeat
How many rhymes must
I show 'em technique
How many metaphors
How many letters in all
How many times must
I show you I'm better than y'all
How many MC's must I defeat
How many rhymes must
I show 'em technique
How many metaphors
How many letters in all
How many times must
I show you I'm better than y'all
Rhymes after rhymes
Metaphors and lines
Since eighty four I recall the time
Left MC's inside of morgues and shrines
Weak technique get absorbed like wine
Then I piss 'em back
Under the trees and vines
This rapper that rapper
I proved I'm better
Next one I'm about to battle Webster
Do you think you can handle my pressure
The weight of my thinking
When I play with the ink pen
Is he old or new school
Nah I'm in a class by myself
Plus I drop math then I blast like a stealth
The bars you spit I use for chin ups
Soon as you lay 'em down
I press the bench up
Then I start spinning
Like them windchucks
Each paragraphs is
Like a Pharaoh in the past
Wide is the dome piece
And narrow is the path
How many MC's must I defeat
How many rhymes must
I show 'em technique
How many metaphors
How many letters in all
How many times must
I show you I'm better than y'all
How many MC's must I defeat
How many rhymes must
I show 'em technique
How many metaphors
How many letters in all
How many times must
I show you I'm better than y'all