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(feat. Allah Sun) [talking: Priest] Uh, looking inside my book Uh, one time, uh 4th Disciple Uh KP, dimes, uh, in the looking glass Live for everything, when I open up my book None for nutting knaw'mean? Seeing the looking glass [Killah Priest:] Life and Death is like a carnival in cemeteries Ain't nobody left that's honorable they all been buried The Chronicles, from Muhammad's schools to Gods name vary Black people are the promised Jew's 'cause we lost already My cross is heavy, I carry it - this is my burden Looking the sky see chariots, that's why the Earth is just burning The worst is determined, by the birth of a person or of a hurting Soul searching, I go to the sermon of elder Gerry Burns Life is a failure, my worries return I know cats who could of went pro Wasn't born with a silver spoon to his mouth But put a silver spoon to his nose He was nice in football but every time the hood call he would go The projects is like the insane asylum, full of gangs and violence Pain and problems, heavy rain I hear violence At funerals, it's the usual explain this knowledge [Chorus x2: Allah Sun] Every time I look and close my eyes My mind I can see the end of time Looking at the world is so divine While I'm starring through my looking glass [Killah Priest:] The pastor, the preachers, wives and widows open they purses Throwing dollars hoping one day they meet Jehovah in person (The Lord) Miracles of man who can't walk leaps out of his chair Saw the same man a week before walk up his stairs An old lady who can't hear, she just stare Showing no facial expression She's a victim of racial oppression Her grandkids she pray Angels protect 'em A knock at the door; "It's agents and detectives"? Your kids were hit by a stray (Oh Lord!) Another dollar got to find a better way Another day, another lesson, like stressing Dice games, liquor stores and pool halls Money on the table, spot that Q-ball (Rack 'em up) Winner takes all, now rack 'em The nine ball symbolizes the planets The last ones to get the black one To get 'em you have to crack 'em Listen to this understanding Absorb is more than just gambling [Chorus x2: Allah Sun] [Killah Priest:] Remember W.D. Fard Muhammad The prophet that gave Elijah his knowledge Elijah gave it to Malcolm But on their way to the promise they ran into problems And only two death they resolved From the Mosque to the school up in Harlem 'Cause Clarence X left started his own set Gave a new breath of fresh air to the projects With ah Supreme Arithmetic's Young kings got hip to the devils tricks But in '69 the God got hit But you can still hear 'em when Poppa Wu parts his lips And there was Dr. Malachi Z. York with deep thought Called himself: "The Lamb" "The Nuwaubian" "Godly Men" Built his own Egypt on the top of the sand Then there's Yahweh Ben Yahweh, called down UFOs All these men the U.S. know It's like our mind deteriorated when drugs came in And it took us back to the Cavemen [Chorus x2: Allah Sun] [talking: Priest] Uh-huh, world wide G-Sciples Yo Rest in Peace To Allah Sun on the hook baby He was never buried he was only planted 'Cause we're gonna grow from this |
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