[Killah Priest]
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Ugh, Emperor's music
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Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal Emperor
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In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things
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Yo, yo, yo
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I write the realest, only my true niggas will feel it
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Though I'm not with you now, let's connect in our spirit
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Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the dark
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Let's share our pain, my niggas bring me close to your heart
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So the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars
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Through the ink that I write in each bar
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Show the soul as we share our most inner thoughts
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Cuz I heard God listened once sin is taught
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Beginners walk through my hood and I show you my struggle
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Then we walk through your hood and you show me your hustle
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Plus those marks on your wrists, it's where the cops had cuffed you
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Hard luck too? Well me too, screaming peoples
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Let's make a peace truce, unify all of the gangs
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No quarrels between us, you and I is the same
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As we build on a higher plain,
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Like pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to explain
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Come on!
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[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
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All praise is due to man, woman and child
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To the monuments that stand at the top of the Nile
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Let everything that have breath in it, give praise
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To all my homies in the struggle, get paid
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[Killah Priest]
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When will they profit? The game is where I loose my soul
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How many options did I have before I choose this roll?
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Let's see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes
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Live in the projects, never rocked the newest clothes
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It's psychologic, somehow it seems foolish though
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From my pockets, only love for jewels and dough
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Catastrophic, the walls came closing in
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On all sides, the pressure expose the gem
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A war cry was the breath I was holding in
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A poor scribe dopest as the golden pen
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Called wise, blessed among the chosen men
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The lost tribe, my words were woven in
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Each line like words I was sewing with
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I sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a grip
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Flows I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanship
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Tell the maid from the robes I fit
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A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse
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A passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt
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Candles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hit
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There's the phantom, the mummy stands at the cliff
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Aztec Indians studying my sanscript
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Puffing peace pipes, Priest gets deep when he writes
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Bars are mystic, written like Horror-glyphics
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I made it hard for critics to follow my lyrics
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Come on!
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Chorus x2
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[Outro: Killah Priest]
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Uh huh, Feel it, where's the troubles at?
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Royal priesthood, Emperor's music
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Anybody try to break us up, man, they get the curse of King Tut
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Proverbs forever, ugh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh
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Maccabees, Sunz of Man, yeah the whole thing yeah
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Royal Priesthood
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| Killah Priest |
