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(Killah Priest) |
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The journey, peninsula, states of a cruel emperor |
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Pay ya tax or axes from the Knight Templar |
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The Anglo-Saxon of rapping, for me it gets extraneous |
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Men to trust, put ya ear to my paper while my pen discuss |
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The silent fall of a righteous kingdom, the cries of freedom |
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The scare speech of the boy king, would the crowd receive 'em? |
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The nervous Senator, would the people believe 'em? |
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The government getting dressed ready to deceive 'em |
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The lost and found let us bury treasures in the ground |
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Empire's sack, behead 'em with the crown |
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The _______ sisters all of 'em drown |
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The picture shows the image of a man leaving a swamp |
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Towards an old Church, that said where a ghost once haunt |
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Godlike appearance in armor, so light ya ganja |
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The persona of the music is horror |
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When I write it's an honor, it conjures drama... |
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Drama... (echo) |
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It conjures drama (echo) |
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It's drama (echo) |
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I came back to where rap was first prosecuted |
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Made merciless music, more ruthless with murderers influence |
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But with a smooth kick, that in Church boy can groove with |
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So light up the L's, I build thunder in the skies over hell |
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And the oceans for the lost souls to go in |
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When a hot coals take over their skin, the Omen's approaching |
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One Savior, one slogan, one prayer, one potion |
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I'm in his layer, the slayer, here comes his goatman |
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What type of life is this for a made star? |
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My A&R wishes to see me in the graveyard |
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The president of rap music put me in his radar |
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Hire goons to start shooting, but I'm a quasar |
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Priest is smarter, if we kill 'em, he'll just be a martyr |
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My leg kneel, better take words aligning my chakras |
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Tried to get me like Michael Jackson |
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A disciple of rapping, lyrics spin and slide |
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We'll walk a psycho with passion |
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Comma, contrast, Contra, dondra |
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Drugs, llamas, hundra, it's drama... |
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It's drama (echo) |
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The Beast within eat at my skin |
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Come out of my flesh, break through my neck |
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But what? The Beast has something lurking in him |
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It searches through his limbs, it tears through his fur |
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It glances at the Earth, but what lies inside of it is something worst |
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It comes out of his hooves, than runs in the woods |
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Holding his stomach cuz his lungs feel full |
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Than it howls like a wolves, it burst open |
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Here comes the Shogun, I saw the piece to show men |
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He's golden, deep, speaks words exploding |
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Black ho's are born, wind-pool's form |
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Meteor storms, Mars grows corn |
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Monster man throw blows than grows horns |
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My words are tetrahydrocannabinol |
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Your brain's the sword, I plant in you all |
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Chew feel the mouth like cannon balls |
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I shoot at ya insanity walls |
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All ya vanity, humanity falls |
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It's just some thoughts for the marijuana |
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Just some payback for ya comma |
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A shell to protect ya armor |
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I just call it drama.... |
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Drama... (echo) |
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It's drama (echo) |
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I just call it drama |
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Drama... (echo) |
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I write drama |
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What made 'em write like this? |
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What made 'em make beats like this? |
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What makes 'em rock like this? |
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I hold the mic like this! What!?! |
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It's drama (echo) |
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Priest! |
