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(Killah Priest) |
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Alien abduction, crack pipe seduction |
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His ***** lip proceed to see *****t for tellin' what's coming |
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Malachi York talk, see Pale horses runnin' |
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Gray clouds gather over slave, child, and master |
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*****ies cap turn to a crown, royal pen fell |
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Laid down this chapters |
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Red carpet hurling from God's hands |
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Out of heaven's projects, 900 worlds before me |
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It's no objects, (nope) my six inner eyes foresee so cosmic |
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My heart beats outside of my chest |
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To be king these fools, to be lied on my death |
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God energy hides in my breath |
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I spit, see divinity colliding with flesh |
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I speak jewels after diamonds are pressed |
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Inside my skulls are all the bodies of Orion compressed |
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Now come bless |
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(Hook) 2x |
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To be king - the child, his death, his glory |
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To be king - the word of mouth, his teks, the story |
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(Killah Priest) |
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My bars artery bleeds photography |
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See the artistry in galleries of galaxies and odyssey |
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Unroll the scrolls of dark prophecies |
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On top of black gothic pew |
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Reporting crimes that *****ft the globe |
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Priest, the fallen rise, his Book of Job |
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They said toxins finally took his toll |
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But look behold |
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I take you on a Brooklyn stroll |
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A street kid to a king in robe |
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Since a shorty throwin' dreams I hold |
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I'm having strange diagnoses when I'm writing hopeless |
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I focus, rhymes are drug, potion potent |
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I fill my blood with a dosage |
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I see cop cars clapping at convicts, in hot pursuits |
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*****s shooting burners and hiring prostitute |
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High heels, dark corners, Timb boots |
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Dealer with lots of loot |
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Demon in amour suits |
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Houses, barnyards fill with militia groups |
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I also see a thousand palaces in the sky |
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My third-eye unchain a phoenix bird, fly |
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I see hundred of prophets in my conscious |
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Reaching for my palm thru a fence |
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Than read the psalm, you a prince |
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(Hook) 2x |
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(Killah Priest) |
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My rap's bad poof for baptizing gangstas as old school |
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*****s and killas, rocking gold jewels |
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Visual pro-tools, tryptamine sixteen |
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Xanax, hands a sketch, orbit trip |
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Hieroglyphs across ya eye lids screens |
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Livest kings, rise of the machine |
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The manatees, gold body |
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Volts run thru us, Pope's Godly |
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His heart beats like God walk thru the streets |
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The three Killah P trilogy |
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Stoneheart of Mozart, flow's dark |
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Blows wizardry, gold frames |
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Flow on the stained glasses, break it into fragments |
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On this canvas from the carving of the dragon |
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Blasting the futuristic model magnum |
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The hollow's atom, the Red Sea under red sky |
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The Blood King, Young Jedi |
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The fire and the blood rise, shoot outs his eyes and his mouth |
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Devour all, power fall from the outer laws of the universe |
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I shoot a verse, bring down his walls |
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Spread the flower for his morgue |