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(Intro) |
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Yeah, the truth is here now |
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It's not a game |
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Priest & Kamachi |
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Let me walk out and do this |
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I'ma do this |
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Yeah! |
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[Killah Priest] |
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It's the fall of commercial rap contenders heard I'm back |
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Doors are wide open; time for some murder tracks |
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Brooklyn, North Philly, all hoodlums walk wit me |
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This is documentary rap, not Walt Disney, New York City |
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It's the illest team you've eva seen since Jay & Beans |
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We are the Nazarenes, from the path of kings |
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We're like spacecrafts in fitted hats and baggy jeans |
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Gas the booth up wit gasoline |
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Grab the steam, the bars hit ya castle and you have to lean |
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Gun talk, rhymes slide up in my mind like a magazine |
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Then spray all over my page like an M-16 |
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[Chief Kamachi] |
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Yo, who's hip-hop's pure'a |
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Our aura's like a AK Bible and some Surah's |
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Priest & Kamachi - prophetic explorers |
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The duo so spaced out, alien smut bitches adore us |
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We back to the hood in a kitted up Taurus |
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The King's here and y'all ain't got nothing for us |
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We been anointed, stained glass in a six pointed |
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Philly, Brooklyn, hard rocks leave your jaws disjointed |
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If you eva speak blasphemy |
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I ain't home if the Grim Reaper knocking ask for me |
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Intelligent Hoodlums, overcome Tragedy |
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Priest gave the ten-commandments, laid out the path for me |
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[Killah Priest] |
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I already studied Ed Hardy, garments cover our bodies |
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Yankee turban, Don Julio cups of virgin |
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From the Nazareth lands of the urban |
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Brooklyn bullpen the wolves are in |
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Full of sin, the saviours |
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The messiahs for rap music crucifiers |
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Acting like y'all banging hammers |
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We got the game in a tooth from the pliers |
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Try to break loose - then feel the fire |
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The realest two, hear the truth from the writer |
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[Chief Kamachi] |
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Yo, I'm from the Philly Masonic Halls |
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Where cryptic and demonic falls |
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Eagle so big we stroll wit atomic balls |
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You don't know the rules breaking all kind of laws |
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The last Testament; we gave you the final calls |
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Heed thy warning, hear the trumpet's blow |
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It's the prophets of the ghetto where they pump the blow |
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The Bible or the pistol? - Mud or the crystal? |
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We mastered disciples and this is all fiscal |
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(Outro) Kamachi |
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Yeah-yeah-yeah |
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Real hip-hop, know'I'm'saying? |
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We back, yeah, haha |
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JuJu Mob, Gciples |
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Yeah, Killah Priest |
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Yeah, Beautiful Minds |
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Beautiful Minds...ha! |