[Killah Priest]
Providence of the bad guy, Mob bosses
The street gangsters let the corpse fly

Over the corpse cover with flies
Minister bribes the wives
Sinister smile with lies

In this drug trade benevolence is ki
King - drops the medicines
No evidence from D's, everything else is capable

Unless it's inescapable
Bad days, we'll make it thru
Never hesitate, the street will resonate

The guns will detonate
The fake and the snake
The hood will legislate

The letters to the states
Or the goons under the moons
Ramen noodle platoons

Half gorilla, half baboon
Tattoos paint the skin
The hood sanctioning

Crook dudes and Satan comes again

(Hook)

How much do we really know?
Streets is busy yo
Anti or pro?

Which way we go?
The question or the answer?
%#@! is serious as cancer

I'm just telling you yo
Yo!


[Killah Priest]
Digital thugs in hieroglyphical slugs in the pictures we love
The internet respect or blood, download, pounds of dro

Compact gats and rounds of blow
Recorder of the slaughter bullets hold the footage
D's scan the faces in their booklets

Before they start booking
Child outlet, was Malcolm X house arrest?
Now his heart beats outside of his chest

My verse is holy water that I'm dousing
On hands of ascended gangsters
My pen's the painter, words in the chamber

Wind blow cold over the souls of hot head
Shots is spread on those phony
Some are locked or get dead, over doe homie


(Hook)