歌曲 | Truth B Told |
歌手 | Killah Priest |
专辑 | The Offering |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Leopold, Reed | |
Stephen King never wrote a scene as horrific | |
As God as my witness, what I write should make you artists suspicious | |
Pardon a nigga, as I say what’s in my heart I guess it’s just part of me venting | |
‘Cause like you I’m from the park and the benches | |
So what can I lose? We’ll make a conscious decision | |
‘Cause I’m known to spaz when I’m asked my remarks on this business | |
In this game of do you and regardless of friendship | |
So excuse me when you reach for my palms and part of me flinches | |
It’s not you dog, it’s the critics | |
They might catch me in the flick drunk with some strippers | |
And my girl see it as part of some sick photographer vengeance | |
So many new people around I gotta be sharp when in attendance | |
I mean it’s great to MC, to display this art is a privilege | |
But now I gotta get down to darken my sentence | |
I dream of dead babies, streams of blood | |
Raining fire and brimstone, wipe the Earth clean with floods | |
I’m drowning my face next to the meanest thug | |
I’m telling my testimony to the supreme above | |
Ain’t I from thy genes, the Priest was a king beloved | |
Then there appeared a bright beam with white wings of a dove | |
It’s lightning, people screamed and shoved | |
It’s frightening, but I kept writing ‘cause what I seen was the judge | |
And what he shown me where grave sites and crucifixes | |
Ruthless bitches, how they treat you and what they do to your riches | |
For thirty pieces of silver niggas will kill you | |
I read Judas’ scriptures, only warned me to be true to my niggas | |
The game corrupt like Catholic Church and child nudity pictures | |
That’s like the Virgin Mary performing Karma Sutra with Hitler | |
The proof of my liquor is 180, the Grey Goose in my liver | |
But I still spit truth to the listener | |
[Break: Killah Priest] | |
That’s enough son | |
Session up, stop | |
[Killah Priest] | |
No, hold up let me explain a second | |
I signed my first deal with Geffen Records | |
I told those crackers I ain’t no motherfucker stepping fetched | |
To my recollection those bastards | |
Were like, “cool we’ll drop you have our A&R go find the next one” | |
I said I’ll sue, they said, “that’s alright Blacky | |
Take us to court and your lawyer Larry Stud Nicky | |
We’ve been breaking him off”, I almost felt ruined | |
And in the midst of the confusion | |
They said to motherfucking intern, “Sam, we don’t understand his music” | |
“And how the fuck we market this | |
He talking all that God Body and that prophet shit” | |
I said, “damn, but it’s still street, it’s real, niggas can relate to it” | |
In return they said, “Priest throw that shit in the sewage” | |
Meanwhile niggas like Nas and ‘Kiss and Pun | |
Is telling me I’m nice, down to G Rap and KRS-One | |
And GZA told me all this shit would happen, just keep rapping | |
I said, “that’s piece God but I ain’t motherfucking tapping” | |
But still these labels our fucking with me, it’s Priest | |
Volume One, nigga, shit about to get ugly |
zuo ci : Leopold, Reed | |
Stephen King never wrote a scene as horrific | |
As God as my witness, what I write should make you artists suspicious | |
Pardon a nigga, as I say what' s in my heart I guess it' s just part of me venting | |
' Cause like you I' m from the park and the benches | |
So what can I lose? We' ll make a conscious decision | |
' Cause I' m known to spaz when I' m asked my remarks on this business | |
In this game of do you and regardless of friendship | |
So excuse me when you reach for my palms and part of me flinches | |
It' s not you dog, it' s the critics | |
They might catch me in the flick drunk with some strippers | |
And my girl see it as part of some sick photographer vengeance | |
So many new people around I gotta be sharp when in attendance | |
I mean it' s great to MC, to display this art is a privilege | |
But now I gotta get down to darken my sentence | |
I dream of dead babies, streams of blood | |
Raining fire and brimstone, wipe the Earth clean with floods | |
I' m drowning my face next to the meanest thug | |
I' m telling my testimony to the supreme above | |
Ain' t I from thy genes, the Priest was a king beloved | |
Then there appeared a bright beam with white wings of a dove | |
It' s lightning, people screamed and shoved | |
It' s frightening, but I kept writing ' cause what I seen was the judge | |
And what he shown me where grave sites and crucifixes | |
Ruthless bitches, how they treat you and what they do to your riches | |
For thirty pieces of silver niggas will kill you | |
I read Judas' scriptures, only warned me to be true to my niggas | |
The game corrupt like Catholic Church and child nudity pictures | |
That' s like the Virgin Mary performing Karma Sutra with Hitler | |
The proof of my liquor is 180, the Grey Goose in my liver | |
But I still spit truth to the listener | |
Break: Killah Priest | |
That' s enough son | |
Session up, stop | |
Killah Priest | |
No, hold up let me explain a second | |
I signed my first deal with Geffen Records | |
I told those crackers I ain' t no motherfucker stepping fetched | |
To my recollection those bastards | |
Were like, " cool we' ll drop you have our A R go find the next one" | |
I said I' ll sue, they said, " that' s alright Blacky | |
Take us to court and your lawyer Larry Stud Nicky | |
We' ve been breaking him off", I almost felt ruined | |
And in the midst of the confusion | |
They said to motherfucking intern, " Sam, we don' t understand his music" | |
" And how the fuck we market this | |
He talking all that God Body and that prophet shit" | |
I said, " damn, but it' s still street, it' s real, niggas can relate to it" | |
In return they said, " Priest throw that shit in the sewage" | |
Meanwhile niggas like Nas and ' Kiss and Pun | |
Is telling me I' m nice, down to G Rap and KRSOne | |
And GZA told me all this shit would happen, just keep rapping | |
I said, " that' s piece God but I ain' t motherfucking tapping" | |
But still these labels our fucking with me, it' s Priest | |
Volume One, nigga, shit about to get ugly |
zuò cí : Leopold, Reed | |
Stephen King never wrote a scene as horrific | |
As God as my witness, what I write should make you artists suspicious | |
Pardon a nigga, as I say what' s in my heart I guess it' s just part of me venting | |
' Cause like you I' m from the park and the benches | |
So what can I lose? We' ll make a conscious decision | |
' Cause I' m known to spaz when I' m asked my remarks on this business | |
In this game of do you and regardless of friendship | |
So excuse me when you reach for my palms and part of me flinches | |
It' s not you dog, it' s the critics | |
They might catch me in the flick drunk with some strippers | |
And my girl see it as part of some sick photographer vengeance | |
So many new people around I gotta be sharp when in attendance | |
I mean it' s great to MC, to display this art is a privilege | |
But now I gotta get down to darken my sentence | |
I dream of dead babies, streams of blood | |
Raining fire and brimstone, wipe the Earth clean with floods | |
I' m drowning my face next to the meanest thug | |
I' m telling my testimony to the supreme above | |
Ain' t I from thy genes, the Priest was a king beloved | |
Then there appeared a bright beam with white wings of a dove | |
It' s lightning, people screamed and shoved | |
It' s frightening, but I kept writing ' cause what I seen was the judge | |
And what he shown me where grave sites and crucifixes | |
Ruthless bitches, how they treat you and what they do to your riches | |
For thirty pieces of silver niggas will kill you | |
I read Judas' scriptures, only warned me to be true to my niggas | |
The game corrupt like Catholic Church and child nudity pictures | |
That' s like the Virgin Mary performing Karma Sutra with Hitler | |
The proof of my liquor is 180, the Grey Goose in my liver | |
But I still spit truth to the listener | |
Break: Killah Priest | |
That' s enough son | |
Session up, stop | |
Killah Priest | |
No, hold up let me explain a second | |
I signed my first deal with Geffen Records | |
I told those crackers I ain' t no motherfucker stepping fetched | |
To my recollection those bastards | |
Were like, " cool we' ll drop you have our A R go find the next one" | |
I said I' ll sue, they said, " that' s alright Blacky | |
Take us to court and your lawyer Larry Stud Nicky | |
We' ve been breaking him off", I almost felt ruined | |
And in the midst of the confusion | |
They said to motherfucking intern, " Sam, we don' t understand his music" | |
" And how the fuck we market this | |
He talking all that God Body and that prophet shit" | |
I said, " damn, but it' s still street, it' s real, niggas can relate to it" | |
In return they said, " Priest throw that shit in the sewage" | |
Meanwhile niggas like Nas and ' Kiss and Pun | |
Is telling me I' m nice, down to G Rap and KRSOne | |
And GZA told me all this shit would happen, just keep rapping | |
I said, " that' s piece God but I ain' t motherfucking tapping" | |
But still these labels our fucking with me, it' s Priest | |
Volume One, nigga, shit about to get ugly |