Intro Killah Priest


Uh.. Black August


Good Morning America


It's Killah Priest back at ya


I'm feelin' good tonight, uhhuh


Priesthood, Big U in the house, SoulStice


We gon' do this, stay focused


Yeah, I feel it, uhhuh


Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo

Killah Priest


The mouth and tongue of Malcolm


Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government


Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment


Vacate the island, billions will start wildin'


The feelin' of violence will have trillions in silence


Or watchin' the news, Arabs against Jews


They bombin' the schools, political fools


Liberal move, is all confused, gun users


Instead of peace talk, fuck this world


I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off


I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow Babylon


Fuck this world, that's why we carry on


By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.


No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'


This be the days of terror.. SoulStice

SoulStice


Oh shit, amazin' grace, how sweet the sound


Savin' slaves, another body found


Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep


We make heat instead of peace


Struggle to heat, and breathe


On Shiek metal swords before we eat


To teach, shake my head in disbelief


41 shots, a young brotha deceased


Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?


So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.


Ignorance leakes like back streets of sickness


Or disease, and our weakness, we bleed


Deceive to believe in this modern Eden, we thieve


Conceive through this belly, we beasts


Ninety thieves stalk woods for Priest


Leave out this laws of Camenites


We strive to rise like height


But through hate we overweigh our fate


And fall like meteorite, to spread the selfsacrifice


Instill like these parasites, in drug bites


Prescribe a mind of 360 degree fahrenheit


In the dark like midnight, these words I recite


I once was blind but now I..

Killah Priest


See the light..


Freedom fights in prison, sprung from religion


Taught by elders, the system failed us, no one to help us


Priest is, withstanding Priestess, but stand on thrones judgin' Egypt


Peep the eclipse, the shadows cover the moon


The Devils govern the fools, they stubborn as Jews


Pearls before swine, I quiz them, they need more time


Seek the wisdom, free your mind


From the cobras, it's Priest and SoulStice


We came to teach the culture


We can stand the heat like vultures


Open ya wings, the soul of a King


Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings


Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im


From all this badness, greet him with daggers


We more than rappers, we the masters

SoulStice


Even after.. World War 3, the war of intelligence


The court, selfdefence is common sense


Third corridors and drug stores


Immensely spokes and leave scars of no evidence


Dense minds outlined in chalk, the refined walk


Can rise again like cocks, a ressurection at box


Religious, intervenous, take my name in vain


Clinically insane, hold secrets


Mentally slain for their repentance by the government


Hold the third commandment, who's the man sent?


Modern Lazurus, hands wake the nation

Killah Priest


It's revelations, I'm takin' medication, my head is achin'


I've been by a weapon since the 11th


Stars and stripes vs. a star and crescent


God's blessin', be a soldier, I gotta speak out on Oprah


I'm Under Siege, I grab my gun and fatigues


Plead my woman and seeds, hundreds shall bleed


I speak blunted from weed


Do y'all really want peace or y'all wanna see war?


Crates of candles on crates of C4


Why they rich and why we poor?


If he Jacob do that make him Esaw?


Is Colin Powell really Bush as Igor?


Why did terrorist attack the entire Eastern seaboard?


Who taught the men to kill theyselves?


They're received Allah's rewards, we need to read more


Priest, I rap with razor blades on the side of each jaw


In the millenium, war against Palestinians


A century is done, plenty of guns


Plenty of bombs, many shall come


And my name, a homeless man ridin' a train


Day and night, leavin' my head with migraines


It's the atomic age, we either smokin' chronic or sage


The blood of Jesus, Decepticoncept


Martin Luther King had a dream


Gun shots create a smokescreen


We throw on concrete, I wear a bandana like the Panthers


Back to court with my handgun

Chorus x2 Both


It's real as the masonic seal on a dollar bill


Conspiracy theories that got Kennedy killed


Or the secret governments, Blood and Crip


Worldwide, look at the future through your third eye