[Intro: High Priest]

Standing, all clear

[Verse 1: High Priest]

Charge! Shock your chest animate your arms

My spit'll trickle cripple sickles

It'll tickle a little riddle

I'd rather rattle these patterns for battle atoms

In essence edible packages

Biters chattering nerve racking

Hacking your brain's mainframe

Butane flame, same pain

Slain anguish

A bad language? in a cage in my head

Ego says Priest is the kid?

? off the stolen staco with hole my clothes

Please remember to give your teacher this note

I was told I would doze

My flow's knock holes in your prose?

[High Priest]

Knocking, all clear

[Verse 2: High Priest]

Roger! Float? Dislodge in a modular launching

Air to land watching

At an angle perpendicular, no particular order

Daunting words, flaunting cats

Wanting fame so bad, they kill for it

Out of your category slam gory

Patterns of allegory

Manhattan's story, rats, the 40 story falling

Buildings topple

No proper candle? on the news, it's 6

I move through the sticks

Like the Viet Cong in the swamps

Fatigue camo

Cats wanna breed? to war but need ammo

Murder me at the stake and spit a thousand shells

And I spit back with a round of a cappells

Right

[Verse 3: High Priest]

My style compels MCs to check themselves

My cells from cytoplasms

Over the chasms embedded

Rage n behead it?, slage did it? with the blaster cannons

I strike back on a track, I made a pact

Run back under the black

Shroud the night, a vow never to bow