Текст песни Stand Still (Feat. Blood Sport & Immortal Technique) - Killah Priest feat. Blood Sport & Immortal Technique

[Blood Sport]
I see you modify to gangster after seeing me walk
You changed your tone after hearing me talk
Extending your hand and still in my aura
You know God don't shake on shit
The food, clothing and the glass of water
Though we make love to Jezebels and prey on virgins
We move like yahoo and black excursions
Bloodily colour of great wine
Skin tone the colour of bronze I rose from the grave with Nas
And there's tears of dollars, I feed the children
Replace the White House with a project building
I stand on top of it signalling the rocket shit
Holding my dick like I locked down the continent
I'm magnetic, I attract metal L shaped objects
With Hell parallel niggas and decks
Yo, my hand like fire in Hell after its shooting
So nigga, if you know like I know, keep it moving

[Chorus: Bloodsport (Killah Priest)]
'Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up
'Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up
'Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up
'Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up
('Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up)

[Killah Priest]
Fuck that museum heist, the code of lung blowing
My palm turn the knob, slowly hear the click then we open it
Flee with the rarest canvas called the Della strada
A fifteenth-century painting of Da Vinci's Belladonna
Tie up the Pope, my mans in the helicopter
Next to the Russian pilot blowing marijuana
I smell the ganja, show him the picture of the black Madonna
Flying overseas full of squids and arowanas
Stole the Mona Lisa in Rome with phony Visas
Disguised as a tourist taking flicks at the Pisa
My cars and my passports
Read Dr. Philip L. Glascov at the airport
Where the FBI waiting with their taskforce
Clear custom, pull the moustache off
A shootout is my last resort
Now we back in the air to the metropolis
Project shit, Hellhole is bottomless
The beast will crawl out of it, apocalypse
Communist, things will remain anonymous
Behold the Pale Rhinoceros, it's obvious
Don't even shoot it if the shot's a risk
They say I'm too Hitchcocky and when I spit about the projects we in
I'm Jesus resurrected in the drop top BM
I'm Larry King Live from the hood
Sean seen by scene of murders, so what's good?

[Chorus: Immortal Technique]
Wish I could 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up
But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up
Wish I could 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up
I be the sign at the gates as the world blew up

[Immortal Technique]
Motherfuckers tell me that I live in the last days
Stupid fuck, you think AIDS is the last plague
See manmade God in his own image
Culture, language and his own limits
Even his own spirit so he can fool other men into believing in his own gimmicks
I stomp the Atlantic, pivot the planet
While niggas turn their cheek to a catholic faggot
Mythological gangster, crying that you spitting hard
You'll get your bitch gang raped by Minotaurs
No fasad or exaggeration
We were born to rule the world after revelations
You can call it God's wrath or Allah's math
Like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre slash
Bars of death, when I spit them out
Concentration camp gold ripped out of a Jews mouth
Melted into Swiss banks, that's how the world works
We liked the men who looked to America's adamant church
Filled the country 'til the bottom would burst
Nazi Pope, sniper scope shot him in church
Warrior cast, slavery surviving niggas
Harlem, North Philly nobody liver niggas
Bittersweet apocalypse will laugh at the end
Gun in your face, that will be your moment of sin
Because when you world is over, mine just begins

[Chorus: Immortal Technique]
Wish I could 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up
But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up
Wish I could 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up
I be the sign at the ___ world blew up