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Yo, I still be scheming off loss I can take |
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My kids be screaming wit more sauce on their plate |
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Dollar rice and gravy, not a T-bone steak |
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From the "Keystone State", see the chrome scrape |
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Family of dope dealers will be at home tape |
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Don't black mask again, lie and wait |
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My old school .38 beside your fate |
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It's the mind of black prisoners behind the gate |
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Don't know nothing but straight cutting and the grind I make |
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And it's so raw; they snort every line I shake |
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It's that classic killa wax kept inside the crate |
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It's a soundtrack for hell in every rhyme I make |
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I gotta bond wit the block, burden to the angels |
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Project Mary wearing silver and gold Bengal's |
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In a dirty white robe, wit the hair all tangle |
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Going to jail or hell, cuz of my murderous angles |
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(Chorus) Priest 4x |
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Life and Death is like a carnival in cemeteries |
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Ain't nobody left that's honorable they all been buried |
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[Killah Priest] |
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I drank your wrath and ate your violence |
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Swallowed destruction, now guzzle my pain by gallons |
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Praying in silence, my brain is an insane asylum |
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Let's take a train thru the vains of Sodom |
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I came from the bottom |
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Like a tree when it springs in autumn |
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I came in crawling |
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A day in August and we stayed bossing |
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Till we stay flossing, till we laying in coffins |
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I wash my face wit blunts |
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Clean my hairs wit the stories of the niggas that the streets feared |
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Brush my teeth wit corruption |
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The comet is coming, the projects is crumbling |
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Stunning, I stared in the mirrors of murals |
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I saw death in peril, Michael and Uriel, attending his burial |
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Washed my shirt wit tears |
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Splashed my shoes wit beers |
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We the last ones here |
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(Chorus) Priest 4x |
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[Chief Kamachi] |
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Yeah, emerald coffins, sprinkling of amatheist |
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No offense but bury me like I am the Christ - of the streets |
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They promise paradise for the price of a peach |
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And it's right in your reach |
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Your devil decorators gave us somewhere nice to sleep |
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The medic exam rum brick or ice on your feet |
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Look at the clouds draped in a shroud |
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Thunders, just a sound of spirits mumble and loud |
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[Killah Priest] |
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Call us the Ghetto Kabbalah, unforgettable drama |
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It's either medical doctors or the federal box us |
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The devil just watch us, rose pedals are dropping on caskets |
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Stole Yaqub's ash, placed 'em in carats |
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Now I can see Israel shine every time when I'm writing these tablets |
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In the heat of the madness, I still bring magic like Jesus in Nazareth |
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Kamachi & Priest, see that's a classic |
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Believe it and that's it, we write deep graphics |
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(Chorus) Priest 4x |
