Killah Priest- They Say (PWOWR)

Описание: The Psychic World of Walter Reed
LYRICS

Priest the honorable. Pen upon his sheet release his chronicles. Frames for the day be phenomenal. His article reads astronomical. Gas and molecules he break it down to its particle. The beast of rocket fuel. He reach impossible obstacles, remarkable. Unbreakable. Unreplaceable. Unremakable. Uncreatable. Uncrematable. His Sun State is blue. His second face is new. The crimson mic light is warm. Dimensions zeitgeist nights is on. I write a psalm. Lifeless palm, I write your song. Warm winters, cold summers, old ventures, phone numbers falling off his calendar. God's algebra. Star Galaga, Allah is miles above. Sword of Excalibur. Nomadic, the lord challenger. Crack hustlers, the black customers in my portraits of misfortune. I sell them like an auction.

(They say hes back to reign. Yall say his name amongst the kings. A new regime. Salute his team. Priesthood the realest nigga. The realest brother. The illest slain. He spits flame, say his name. Thas on everything.) x2

Shoot ins, cops perusing. Trauma unite. The old G is not moving. A lot of new kids and opportunist. Our block is ruined. They plot confusion. We watch illusions. The elders said it, to hell we headed. The devil wants to eat our soul for breakfast. A knife and pitchfork. My blood for the beverage. My resurrection, I am Legend. A rhyming session, my omnipresence. Gandhi message. Tsunamis wreckage, the army heaven. Ungodly weapons for wickedness in high places they hide snakes in, Satan's obligation. They contemplating observation. Combination keys of life, mic concentration. My canvas and Sanskrit reverse the planets. C monkeys, D Atlantis. Unwrap the mummy, got a vantage. A threat to music revolution. The death of Newton set for viewing. Execution, Texas Houston.

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I seen junkies hungry, beg for money. The country wants me, soldier of fanatic. I fan a automatic at the Dragon. Snipe the Pope like the assassin. Now open up the vault. I got the ratchet pointed at the cardinals dome. The gargoyle stones. God felt poems, precious like the Volodymyr-Volynskyi Christ. My pen squeeze life. I'm simply nice. The lens see light. My jinns recite you men to mice. They say I believe in spaceships, hes buggin. Priest talks about the comet comin. I speak at train stops, playing cops, rushing cocaine spots. The CIA started it, then market it, then targeted for people who sell or use it. This is just music, influenced by the government. They plant drugs on kids. Behind a Mothership, its over wit, soldiers get ready, captain say a Hail Mary. Come to slay the Dragon raised the buried.

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