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(Killah Priest) |
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My crown of glory, you rappers y'all bore me |
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Seven billion stories, angels kneel before me |
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I build it for majority, seniority, I photography |
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Prophecy, my ?break? conceal maturity |
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The one man that's more than everyone, minority |
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I stare in the mirror and see infinity |
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Deep entities, galaxies and planets |
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A king leading infantry, I see immortals |
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Majestic, since boar head the Caesar |
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The afros, the cornrows |
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I'm blessed with more flows |
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Just accept it, no homo |
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The holder of the rainbow and the volcano |
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Flows both fierce and precious |
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My garment alike, these are bar mitts I write |
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Like the Bar Mitzvah of Christ |
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Hare Krishna when I'm holding mics |
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Behold when I spit a sight |
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Israelite, I could spit death and hell |
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Dead body's skeletons inside a cold cells |
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Or the ringer of Church bells |
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The breaker of spells, the healer |
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Hopes life is well, the Killah |
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My raps come out of a shell |
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The pen hits, my mind click |
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Tongue led off hot nails |
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Crucifix, Judas' pix, you wanted to flow |
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The lifestyle, what if I had doe? |
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Y'all wanted the gold and all the ice now |
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I write down, what if I was rich? |
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None of y'all wouldn't exist |
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I'm convinced my son is a prince |
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Under my skin is wonder of men |
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Kingship, wings sprout pass the genes |
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Cover my clips; I'm strapped with mac-10's |
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That murder y'all demons |
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The suffering poet, the ladder to Imhotep |
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From the grave of Joseph, the journey like Moses |
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The mercy of Jehovah, thou requirements |
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From my higher intelligence, from my wars in heaven |
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The Lord is my Shepherd, born again |
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Draw my weapon, days of longing |
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Strong within, over grave that's storming |
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I descend and sit in my throne |
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Out of hells catacomb, the ladder of stones |
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The castle, I prepare my rhythm and poems |
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Take off these chains, Priest speaks 700 names |
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No one is the same, until redemption |
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My rhyme concealment till the time of revealing |
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Intertwine, smell the hemp scent |
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Smoke the weed that's growing in my thoughts |
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I stand next to the Pale Horse |
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The captive emcee, the sleeping prophet |
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Rappers forcing the end, calling on the comet |
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Rhymes are atomic from out of God's department |
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Topic, my head is the cave of full winds |
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The plague, I draw with the pen |
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Armaged' I saw with my lens |
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I stand in front of you all |
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Divided by a Red Sea walls |
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Look ahead I see shores |
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Walter Reed, peace, I endure |
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There, where there's no vacant place or an empty place |
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Gases avoid, I started with the one thought asteroid |
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Eye lids open up, solar flux, burdens uncoiled |
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In this formless mind, the asteroids erupt |
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The small rocks blew up into dust |
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I said to my son, my son said to me |
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That we gather my beam, behold I am the three |
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Trinity, the words said to myself, let us form a rhyme |
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My spirit moved across my mind |
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We debated for days with wordplays |
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And the word became flesh when I entered the text |
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Enter my page thru no sex |
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The rap conception, immaculate |
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My rap's to die for, the lost lessons |
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Crucified the rhyme, to rise in three minutes |
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A new sentence was invented |
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My rap's adventure is endless |
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My poetry is strong, my art's pure |
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But my heart and my rap is relentless |
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Not to get religious but these rhymes are pictures |
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Vivid as Black August or historical scriptures |
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For listeners and visionist |
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From the carving of the rhymes talk |
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Awakens an ancient force |
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Imprisoned in my poem's source |
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Zone, no limit in the realms of thought |
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Unborns must die |
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Loosen up the saddle of the ghost horse galloping in the sky |
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Divinity track lucky seven, infinity's back |
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God code's been broke, now his memory's zapped |
