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[Intro: Killah Priest]
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In the Beginning, no different from the ending
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It's the Killah Priest, Iron Sheik from the middle east
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Lacing it Sunz Of Man, you know what Im sayin
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Big Moe up in the house
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Ty G and Dreddy Kruger representin
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[Chorus x2: Trebag, (Hell Razah)]
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We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high)
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We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high)
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We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high)
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We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high)
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[Killah Priest]
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Roamin in the 4-runner all summer
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Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks
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Its great that, I laugh at competition
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I'm champion nigga, I can't be sunned
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Check the royal posture, by the way where's my oscar
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Crack your legs like a lobster, break your arms
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Beat you to death, snap your neck
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Crack your chest, lay you to rest
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Then confess, I judge wisely
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All spys, tryin to size me
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If you phony, I leave you lonely with your
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Sony headphones, layin stiff in the dead zone
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[Hell Razah]
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In the dead zone they lay, King Nostradamos
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With Golden Armless, teachin hartlets
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That be strippin for they garments
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Searchin for a broken promise, regardless though
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You godless, still feed you full for your conscience
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Red Ant now launch this, rockets
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>From where her projects, come to street
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Profit a Lisha, to fish ya, roll wit a militia
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Mr. Military, now, roll with a team of Jim Kelly's
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Send my hoes to your telly
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Sprayin holes through your belly, you ain't ready
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For the deadly, gently MC's
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There ain't a school boy to test me
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East coast to wesley strite
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Those who stress me, we streit
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Fuck you with the fight, fight, fight, fight
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[Chorus]
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[Prodigal Sunn]
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A young king at the age of 15, caught up in things
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The golden scorpio, sportin material diamond rings
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Physical, historical, mystical, shinin, crystal-like
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Stackin, packin pistols, FA and they brought the crystal meth
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To Crown heights, where the fiends get high
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Cross Atlantic avenue, bone down through the Sty
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What we do or die unite the kingdom
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Multiply, I sick of seein his mother's cry
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It's time to purify
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[Trebag]
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Like an Alaskan breeze, I blow through your april's
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stuck to your mentals like thumb-tacks and staples
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Been to temples, learned egyptian time-tables
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My trade marks on labels and biblic-oohs from mavels
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give life to trapped ex-cons and expedites
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You can't escape my prison, I'ma livin Israelite
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Killin more trabatites and build my paradise
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Green grass grows, the white house is wiped out
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Keep your red meat, I'll be fishin for trout
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That means I'm the mouse, I'll figure my way out
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pinky and the brain had to find another house
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Wherabouts, go walk and frolic in the forest
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Next time you lie, think about bein honest
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I bomb this
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[Hell Razah]
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We kill with calmness, words come forth like a savior
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A wicked man's heaven is the hell for the Razah
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Raised up in Brooklyn, two decades of meetin slaves
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from Grenada to the grave, from the cradle to the cage
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State-pens be like play-pens, the government in-slavin
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Inside a science project with no escapin, unless
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they die for us, you for the cream so you lie for us
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While other thieves already spy for it
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I watch snake eyes everywhere around me
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Devils try to drown me in the water and the town built for slaughter
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without order you got chaos, player haters
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who play us, death-bed layers, who forgot to pay us, now they
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covered up with layers, it's too deep for you rap duplicators
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who's packs be betrayers
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[Chorus to fade]
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Natural High
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Sunz of Man |