Maccabee House - Hell Razah, Timbo King, Killah Priest

Renaissance, Priesthood, Bo King, throw ya M’s up

My father houses many mansion, Maccabeez House, walk in

This is hip hop once my lips part

I spit dark words of proverbs

A parables or varibles?, it’s Observed

My heart is gothic when I carve it

My pad is covered with darkness

I start writin' with lightning

My words appear like they comets, astonished

The way arm’s swift, beneath my garment

Holsters under armpits, Priest the promised

Roast those who smoked the bones of 'Muhammad (pbuh)'

Canvas paintings 'The Virgin'

Jewels beneath the turbans of a merchant

I flew for the serpent, push the truth in each person

A hundred doves in the church chirpin'

Flock past the preacher’s sermons

Look again, there’s the Priest emergin'

If a die, the sky will rain drops of frankincense

So embrace the prince

Maccabee Priest, my faculty’s deep

We raise from the dead, get up, then we clap the police

I 'Quantum Leap' through the beats

The rest of the troupe, rose upon the leaf

My pen fondle through sheets

This is street poetry, in the hood Bibles

Ghetto gospels, unholy bullets flyin' in streets — apostles

It’s the +Maccabeez House+

Be careful of the doors you open

'Cause it might be ya casket closin'

It’s the +Maccabee House+

Be careful of the doors you open

'Cause it might be ya casket closin'

We got it locked like the Solomon’s key, obviously

The fruit don’t fall, too far from the tree

So my seeds’ll be a Prophet like me

Before they grow into a Maccabee

Surrounded by snakes and Pharisees

Play the leaves at the speed of an owl, wrote novels

And send for the heads of Bush and Colin Powell’s

I rest on 'The Thirteenth Floor' with the broken elevators

My mind be as vivid as John the Revelator

Call me Razah the Renaissance, the Icon Polaroid

Build with the killaz that’s broke, and unemployed

I ain’t tryin' to go feminine to sell like Eminem

I’m 8 Miles ahead of 'em, blowin' the breath at 'em

My weapons by biochemical, I ain’t gimmick-al

You dealin' with the future of the cyber-criminals

2010, more goons movin' in

Men came from the womb, so we soon die of sin

I’m a room in the room, don’t turn my doorknob

I ain’t St. Valentine, but I’m still a heart throb

It’s the +Renaissance Child+, replace the art they rob

I don’t place it on the walls, now I place it in bars

It’s the +Maccabeez House+

Be careful of the doors you open

'Cause it might be ya casket closin'

It’s the +Maccabee House+

Be careful of the doors you open

'Cause it might be ya casket closin'

You know I’m King by blood, got Solomon genes

If you look close, you could see my angel wings

Halo fitted, on me like the Mitchell and Ness

An the power that’s possessed is a Heavenly bless

Call me Landlord, I own a twelve room house

Acres of green pastures with sheep’s and cows

Hebrew thugs, the streets call me Young Jehovah

Send a prayer to those lost souls trapped inside 'em

Wash up in a fountain of youth with no cloth

And we don’t wear, symbols of death, no cross

Jacob son, no kin to Jacob’s slums

It’s the house of Israel, where the neighbors come

Knock at the door, get greeted by the Tribe of Dan

If you steal anythin', we choppin' off ya hands

Respect the Kingdom, this where I rest my head

Crown of David, haircut round and faded

Robe of light, tailor made, go with the Timbs

And my look is so sharp you be callin' me Shim

My first and last name on the deeded bread

Shalom, I the seed of Eden, the mice is dead

It’s the +Maccabeez House+

Be careful of the doors you open

'Cause it might be ya casket closin'

It’s the +Maccabee House+

Be careful of the doors you open

'Cause it might be ya casket closin'