F/ Killah Priest

[Killah Priest]

Yo I spit like Alex Jones on my pile of poems
Palace's shown, let knowledge be known
Seven crowns under my cap, $$#yrian max

Clapping at the transplant city with surgical gats
Foreign objects, the Gods be swerving thru comets
Sumerian garments, when I show up at the conference

But the thugs get mad when I speak like...
Disciples that seek Christ
It's the way of a Buddhist in street life

Let's get deep like Rabbi Bevins, L. Liezert
Keep snakes from the inner city around in my radar
^!$$%s waiting on my instructions for destructions

But I keep 'em in God discussions about stars in clusters
They be tripping when they see the mobster
Talk about hieroglyphs and the line of chakras

They lift their piffs, smoke like a Rasta
Hit the strip like in five cars
Priest God dimension, alien flow in my crown bars


[William Cooper]
This goes out to all my wolves doing bids

Illuminated pyramids, the Pharaoh of the bricks
The dope-fiends fix that crack pipes
The devil's kiss, Black Market hieroglyphs

Engraved in the four-fifth, was crucified to the cross
Now I got holes in my wrist
P.O. examine my piss and yeah I still blow piff

I follow Christ footsteps wit a loaded gun on my hip
William Cooper number one on the FEDS list
It's a blessing I still exist, uninfected by the microchip

Digital terrorist study Saddam's blueprints
My face carved in the sphinx ________ and holy ink
Pour out liquor before I drink

The end game is just a blink
Wash blood off in the sink
No I ain't gon' to the cling

It's like arm robbery, the way they rewrite history
Spit in the face of poverty, ain't nuttin changed
Barack lied to me, the CFO diary

Smash murder and piracy, it's time to wake up the zombies
With the visions of Gandhi