Chorus x2 Priest

I was born like that

I live like that

Feel me?

Free, so let it be

I Am... King

Transform the God

Of who? Of me



Killah Priest

If I could write my own obituary

I tell of things I've seen and heard

I'll admit not a bit was scary

'Cause it was real so I'll feel no remorse

For those who try to crucify me then kneel to my cross

Why do women love to come in my life then leave?

Then hate the way I talk

He tries to walk righteously

They listen to their friends

My sins, my short comings

Impregnated your thoughts with their nonsense

When all of them have lost husbands

Wives have trials, try to save lives

Life and death is in the hands of what you feed the family

Think of poisoning the God? Then plea to insanity

Nah, Satan you a liar, internal fire

The life eternal of things that concerns the writer

The brighter inferno of ring that make the sky light up

We're bound by honor, we're bound law

What I found is armor, his word is the saw

Heard by all but felt by few

Before I make a cause, my inner self I view

If Corinthians is correct, gave you the respect

Not the jealousy of the next couple trouble of steps

Let's cuddle to death



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Killah Priest

My manifestation came when you were hand to hand with Satan in reign

My crown rolled upon the ground, I'm slained, drizzling rain

Wait, my drilling done came

Still in the game, I rose like Neo

Behold, meet me in the sequel

For the people the soaring eagle, fall like the evil

Divinity sentence me, infinity, imagery scenes seen when I dream

My genes is like that of a King but that energy leaves

Like a spiral of Bibles, going up it's Jacob's Ladder

God break up my matter

Spiritual body is formed, so long, stop trying to hold on

Appear in white and gone like a snowstorm

Belove it, be not ignorant of this one thing

A day with the Lord is a thousand years

Yards of blood, miles in tears, clouds turn clear

I'm finally there

My mind's prepared to climb those stairs to my destiny

My cubic body set it free; the spirit alone let it be

I got my weaponry; secondly my certain plain is heavenly

The unexplained is shown of me, the mysteries, the thrones

I'm giving keys to the bottomless pit

Solomon whits, the obvious man will marvel at this



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