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(Killah Priest) |
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At night the sky form over my hood like a kufi |
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I'm carving letters, all of 'em my Uzi |
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Bitch with the fat booty name Judy |
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Just left her boutique moonlight shines over her beauty |
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Bounce off the jury |
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Every night is like a scene straight out of a movie |
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It's like everyday somebody's reading the paper |
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Somebody's reading the eulogy |
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Far different from the streets elders use to see |
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But anyways back to the seeming desert |
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The heaven sent of the plant treasures |
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Unfamiliar pleasures |
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Where a fiend plays the part of the peasants |
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Five-percent lessons play the part of the Shepherd |
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We the sheep need deep |
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But if they knew most of us are really predators in our essence |
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Lower the weapon, AK's and SK's, Saviours' Day |
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Its saints, thugs on Church walls, now let us pray |
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(Hook) |
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Let us pray |
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Let us pray |
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Let us pray |
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Let us pray |
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Let us pray |
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(Killah Priest) |
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Now move out the way, let the saints pass |
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Seen the picture on the cylinder |
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The temple with stained glass |
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Till the enemy's urn with ash |
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Light candle under their pic as we burn pads |
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Learned fast, windows down, when the car turns, blast |
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Drive-bys, eyes wide shut, we survived |
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Not African tribes in huts, we died for pride |
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Bullets will touch, yes, bitch shut the fuck up |
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Just ride the clutch, king vibe |
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Prophesize is the demise of Tut |
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Mummified money for bribes |
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Country, fly to hide wives, big shit |
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Head price is vexed, extortion and hits |
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Coffins are lifted |
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Bosses and corpses are found in the ditch |
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Drown, pounds of piff, head and eyes down |
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I'm just coming up, white nose after they sniff |
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(Hook) |
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(Killah Priest) |
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Gang related, slang debated, nickel-plated |
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Pistol waving, he a apostille of Satan |
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Crystal is jaded, a fistful blazing |
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The secrecy keeps amazing |
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Secrets of my imaginations |
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Spinning animation, under the canvas, they're awaiting |
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My reawakening, still funny my girl's cheating on me |
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Bubbles in my stomach and one's sneaking on me |
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She's a freak, she's alone and she's horny |
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I fall asleep; I see a boner in orgies |
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And securities, impurities |
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React furiously, compulsive disorders |
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Witch torture, big Torah, Rosh Hashanah |
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Litting menorah's, God aura |
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I'm flying disc or saucer, over my head |
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With the crack, Ghetto Jezuz miracles |
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Turn rocks into bread, shots at the head |
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Duck it, got up, it's nothing |
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God gangsta, a rebel, I'm ready |
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For devils on all levels and pagans |
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I'm brazing sickles, amen, patient |
