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[Intro: Killah Priest] |
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Certain... Twilight zone |
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[Killah Priest] |
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Stared at me with his cold eyes, who was this old guy? |
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Drug him in the building, as police drive by |
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Took out my four-five, cocked it, put it to his forehead |
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Dugout his pockets, went in his shirt, and took his locket |
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Threw him near the garbage, aimed the gun and shot it |
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Then dodged quick, how that, so fast, felt the wind go past |
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Everything went in a flash, hopped over the trash |
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I ran around the corner, cut up the alley |
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And made to the backdoor in the lobby, then I stopped |
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My eyes was shot, all my stolen goods dropped |
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My body stood still like a rock |
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I saw this kid holdin' a four-five, with the same old guy |
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With the same cold eyes, I looked out the building |
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Saw the same cop car roll by |
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It woke me out the trance when I heard a shot |
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Saw the old man cry, shit drop, by the garbage |
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Kid disappeared somewhere through the project |
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So I chased him, called his name, 'round the corner |
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Up the block, through the alley |
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Though the backdoor into a lobby |
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When I came in, I saw the kid backin' up, with his gat in his clutch |
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And floor full of stuff that he stoled from that man |
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I glanced over the kid's shoulders, I seen the same old man |
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Another young dude with the gun in his hand |
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Pointed at the old man's head, makin' demands |
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I looked out the lobby door, saw the same police man |
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Drove by, it was no surprise, I said shot |
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At the same time I heard a gun pop |
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Looked at the garbage, saw a man lyin' there crotchin' |
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Couldn't believe what I was watchin', I walked near him |
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Should I fear him, I said to myself, it's gettin' weird son |
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I told to old man, stared in his cold eyes |
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At the same time I felt the ghost go by |
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I looked up, saw me, holdin' the four-five |
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I glanced back at him, asked him, what's happenin' |
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What's the meaning? Am I dreaming? |
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He whispered, the locket that you stole from me |
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Open it, there's a picture |
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So I opened the locket on the silver chain |
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Saw a picture of him, and he had the same initials as my name |
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Hope I'm not goin' insane, I can't explain, somethin' is strange |
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I took off the old man's frames, put 'em on my eyes |
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At the same time, the old man died |
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Then I cried, I felt like something inside me died |
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It got weird too, cuz out of nowhere |
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I asked myself, do I fear you? |
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And a beard grew, I felt my face, took out a mirror |
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Looked in it, my hair was silver and in terror |
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My body got cold, I broke the mirror, I felt I was old |
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So I closed the locket, put the chain over my head |
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Hid the picture in my shirt, like a curse |
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I stood up and walked outside |
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Where a kid was waitin' for me, with a loaded four-five |
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I didn't say a word, I just stared in his eyes |
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Said to myself, I know this guy |
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Then he grabbed me by my shirt, then he drug me inside |
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I asked him why, but he didn't reply |
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Fuck it, I might be high |
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He reached in my pocket, he dug in my shirt |
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That's what I thought, damn, my locket |
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Went and pointed the gun and cocked it |
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Then he shot it, no, what's goin' on?... |
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He stared at me with his cold eyes, who was this old guy? |
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Drug him in the building, as police drive by |
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Took out my four-five, cocked it, put it... |
