Artist: Killah Priest f/ The Genius (GZA), Inspectah Deck Album: Heavy Mental Song: Cross My Heart Typed by: Rye Walt, DaSun Akbar Intro: Young Justice (GZA's Son) and Killah Priest [Justice] One two, one two [Killah Priest] No doubt [Justice] The microphones on... [Killah Priest] Cross my heart, hope to die [Justice] I've been waiting along time for this [Killah Priest] Here we go Killah Priest, '97, '98.... [Killah Priest] It's the Byzantine king, supreme, all kneel kiss the ring Into an Elohim, I blow steam from the families of the Maccabeez Smack emcees watch them scream your majesty, make them suffer The capacity of tragedy, hold the crowd down like gravity Back the fuck off, stop grabbing me Hands off me, niggas start to bore me I'm getting sleepy, I need some coffee Me and my Wu-bandits, we bury niggas deep in the canvas Body bandage, like some mummies You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album hesitated Scream the name out KILLAH PRIEST, I leave the blood spilling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville The seven shield throwing windmills across the killing fields Never forget it, tell the rap critics I speak in arithmetics, so they can never get it I'm too scientific lyrics explicit I roll with thirsty niggas, thieves and killers Tigers, gorillas, faces like Godzilla We stomp rappers that smile like a cordillera, the God iller Cross my heart both hope to die We multiply, by the hundreds, fuck it, by the thousand See me outside your show browsin, beatin up your soundman Playa haters and players, we give 'em cold stares Any last prayers…? [Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo, concrete techniques, bomb beats and cause casualties My faculty, hold it down like gravity Rapidly, threatenin like weapons to adolescents Ghetto residence quick to past tense your present State of the slum, kill four play the drums face ones They cross with smiles, the snake tongue, I'm deep into this I sometimes gasp for air, deadly warfare Hot block cops and cold stares Shots clear like fireworks on July the 4th Weapons get toss, fugitive slidin off My force is combined, new world, 2009 Digital, criminals, we make mills in cyber-crime It's all planned ahead, few times I see the signs through a great mind The heaviest chain could not bind (Chorus, Killah Priest) We stare you eye to eye We tell the truth no lie We cross our heart and hope to die.. hope to die.. [Genius/GZA] High ranked officials and armed tanks with missile, blood drizzle Simple fact, you slept on the issue That before you started jerkin off to joysticks of Sega's I was rockin' off 100 watt amps in Cerwin-Vega Truth fine tune it, and ship enough units Emcees ask, who be those rhyme killers in mask No doubt, difficult task, the last in the square, beware Infinite amount of darts is in the air I'm victorious with no opponents and blast through components, with microphonics Watch the whole world live the moment Anything anti became abortionist Are incapable of lust, speech, remains motionless (Chorus 2X) Hope to die...