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(Killah Priest) |
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Escorted to my torment, my pen opened up the coffin |
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It's horrid, its quiet awkward, let's walk wit Walter |
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Forward, see me tryin' on God's ornaments |
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The hoody King gleam like porcelain |
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Y'all seen the portrait in portions |
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It immolates greatness like 'The Offering' |
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Prince of the presence the Legend |
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To befriend, to callin' 'em bredrins |
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But that's dead win, you fill his ears wit poisons |
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What's this origin? You suppose to enjoy friends |
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But instead you try to exploit them |
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Now you tryna avoid them |
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Shape-shift your weed branches wit fire |
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Blow out the negative gases, I rap wit passion |
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Not for fashion, to provoke reaction |
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Your chances are Slim for being Shady |
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I'll have all of EM (imen) Relapsen', I spit classics |
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Open ya mind and ya mouth is where I fit the magic |
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Open the canvas of your thoughts is where I spit the graphics |
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(Hook) 2x |
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A-alikes is like mine |
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A-alikes is like mine |
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Day & night I write rhymes |
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Day & night I write rhymes |
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(Killah Priest) |
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I'm chasin' destiny, past my future |
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It's therapy, telepathy |
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Look at my face, see a ruler |
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One day ridin' my scooter |
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The wheels came off became horses |
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The seat became a chariot |
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My yard into a fortress |
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I'm sittin' off a cliff |
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The sky open, begin talkin' |
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Tellin' me my fortunes |
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Sayin' I should be hit wit stones |
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They should break my bones |
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Leave me on the ground and die all alone |
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Bud out ya bones, I will stack it like LEGOS |
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The dirt I will stretch it out like Play-Doh |
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And form a body, then breathe the breath of life |
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You will be ressurected wit mics, then form a hex wit light |
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There will be no copies, you are mine |
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(Hook) 2x |
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(Killah Priest) |
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Now hold on let me explain, God captured Greatness |
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Shaped into a form of a brain, I was born to be a King |
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'The Offering' it was drawn into a frame |
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But this time adore me wit rings |
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Not gold rings but rings around Saturn |
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Check the pattern, off rhymes I wrote |
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And that I mastered in |
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Ok he mix Greatness wit immortality |
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And added God morality |
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A throne spoke the name of Priest |
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From a palace on the mountain right off the sea |
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It said the 'Psychic World of Walter Reed' |
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I perform lyrical sorcery |
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God's tailors made my regalia |
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Lightning from my fringes |
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And thunder for embroidery |
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My hand that candles offers two CDs |
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The secret private life of plants |
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The diligent and militant |
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Commodity and colonies of ants |
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The spiritual and telekinetic mind of children |
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All rolled up in rhymes that are chilling |
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Black Lost Tribes of Israel |
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Official wit bars of truth |
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Chopped up in crystal, no fishscales |
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Baking powder of Satan power, devoured |
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Pots of boiling water of Torah |
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Tho the dragon wit his legions of demons screamin' |
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In my coke kettles of slaughter |
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Place a capsule of your rap dudes to take back to school |
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This is something to relapse to |
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(Hook) 2x |
