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[Intro: Killah Priest] (Cyrus) Yo, yeah, good looking Cyrus Son give it right to papyrus Niggas put ink on paper (yea) But Priest is more like putting paint on canvas Take it for granted niggas, y'all niggas want it? Real shit? (yeah) [Killah Priest] The planets small like they're marbles Seen through Allah goggles So I played Chinese checkers with them Across the Solar System wits of Nova Shows the ultra-prism of cold laws I write bars amongst the stars Quasars bright light waves far from y'all average rappers Ice chain bling King I'm God Next to names like Nas and Ra or Canibus Lazarus, you niggas back to real emceeing No whips are European but the pure meaning Of Kool G Rapping, my loosely tapping My pen squirt ink that remind you of the works of Sphinx Hieroglyphic writers from Cairo-Egyptian's tribal Bible predictions Drug addiction to thug addition On holy street versions of murders Two cathedrals with dons as the icons of all his peoples Shakespearian my theory is the great words that shake villages Priest God gift to the Mic The Dark Israelite, Cosmic Lord of the Project Apostles, street gospel, hood astronomy Crack astrology, crime philosophy, like psychology Project anthropology but gangster prophecy Seen through telescopes from herb See land through colts and grams The dope man aborts of lands on the word [Hell Razah] Chill, chill, just chill, chill [Chorus: Naomi Sparx] Ooohhhh Yeeeaaaa I'm +On The Way To The Top+ And you can not stop I'm +On The Way To The Top+ And you can not stop When you drop the drive and it's all Hip-Hop Feeling as though you got You gotta make it pop And it's all Hip Hop Yea, yea, yea... [Hell Razah] Yeah, it's martial law in my hood We're like sheep that surround by wolves When the sun set the project turn into woods Segregate instead of separate How can we elevate when hate got us living in this police state I see the Pope as a member of the K.K.K. We got enslaved when it's black solidarity day While the Eagle of America is hunting for prey We say, 'Eat them', 'cause our freedom been given away They say my bars is like a law firm Y'all niggas burn with short term They wanna put a curse on my sperm So when I bust off it turns into some maggots and worms Too late, how to multiply my spurn is born In the form of Malcolm X versus Damian Thorn I'm sworn into this Oak with a crown of thorns I asked my Lord for forgiveness Before I jot me a sentence A young king, they surrounded with princes From the lineage of God's image Co-defendant of my old descendents This was the birth of a 'Sun of Man' God's plan in Madonna's hands Got Judas on the witness stand Trial jury they glance It's like Ham up in Haiti and France Front row at the MGM Grand with coke gram That's why my people grab eagles when it comes to they fam' [Chorus] [Shabaam Sahdeeq] Yea, yea, yo Aggressive and progressive, inspired to be the best of at Anything I touch and I think of I'll manifest it When I die, statues will cry blood like stigmata Holes in my hand and feet die for this Hip Hop shit Twenty percent style, eighty percent substance, intelligent but gutter Street music I can run wit them America, land of opportunities and death Poverty and wealth, corruption and racism (__*Speaking Spanish*__) but still I'm a park shooter Got them fake dudes scattering, the kid is back Enough flames to put in your hand See my songs are more healthy 'cause I load them with facts And my clique never slipping 'cause I load them with gats Revolutionary minds street player combined Park bench with a bottle of Don, that's what I'm on I don't wear a head wrap but my mind ain't trapped This is thug intelligence, the words are eloquent But I smack them with the butt of the gun just for the hell of it I'm like antibiotics to rap, hypnotic in fact Melodical product of blacks in this nation of traps I'd rather die like a G then go out like a rat If the street life you chose you gotta accept that I'm sinister syllable, serious subliminal Sick of the ordinary and tired of the regular Turned off by the strange, face make me throw up They shaking they Nike Airs every time I show up I electrify tracks, my rhythms are infinite Y'all dudes is impotent, can't stand direct My lines connect with intellect, man you gotta respect Go to HMV spend a percent of that cheque My mind is one of God's greatest designs You do yourself a great disservice when sleep on mine You can't hustle a hustler Tangle with a tustler To bleak you with the muffler Quiet any loud fucker, swayed beige Chuckers With the Army fatigues, the one wit the leaves Like you hunting in the woods in the trees |
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