Текст песни Artfull Dodgers f Killah Priest - Pillars of Ivory
Artfull Dodgers f Killah Priest - Pillars of Ivory слова песни
[Intro: Jackpot]Artfull Dodgers... [Jackpot]All you crumbs on the table, get wiped off to the floorI pull like spouts, you more like drouts, can`t flow with the hardcoreKillah Priest, he dug the masses, to execute and damageArtfull Dodge, then amp, then rush when you advanceChemicals mixtures, livin` out picturesFrom the ceiling to the structurePunchin` peeps that play the role, they remind me of the othersI don`t like the way you look, that`s a lyric in my bookShake your women off my hook, take them off to break these crooksYou overlooked the fact, I finished first, prepare to start the battleJackpot take out literally, cuz eventually I travelAll fans, I`ll ask `em, high or low, I explodeDecode your home promote, taking over your whole showEngrave the center stage, with my presence, trap the crescentOver charge, you better haul, that talk is smallCatch a grip, when my hit drops itDon`t step to this, spot get clinch theseHip hop estatic [Chorus: Killah Priest sample from "4th Chamber"]I judge wisely, as if nothing ever surprise meLoungin`, between two pillars of ivory, ivory, ivoryScream the name out, Killah Priest [Killah Priest] Is a phantom, the fifth grandson of MansonTramplin`, over bodies like I`m SamsonI`m the ghost, of what Jeffrey Dahmer wroteI`m like a messenger, sent to cut your throat, like fuck it, yoThen head back to the hut and smokeI`m the man that society graph, my left hand`s plasticDesigned by Russian blacksmith, captured by a police dragnetUsin` military graphicsI`m a magnet, my left retina, is like a TV setI see static, this is madnessMy project housings, is like the lost tabernacleWalkthrough, phantoms grab you, then jackals attack youDrag you by the Devil`s curtains, filled with serpentsAnd brain surgeons, dark alleyways and niggas is drinkin` and cursin`Death angels are lurkin`, where the lucifer meets you in personWhere evil is searchin` for fresh shows, throw your in hell`s threshholdYou know the dress code, P.L.O., it`s Priest, nigga, what [Chorus] [B. Gozza]My battle title untouched, like monterelic dustYour so much on my dick, I crack your jaw with a pelvic thrustArtfull`s hard to follow like a parked carPierce skin, muscle and bone, to leave your heart scaredStrictly we remove your teeth, with precision like a dentistYou can`t see me, like a prisoner of life sentenceYou say you hate your life, to me that thought`s ridiculousI help you escape, like Al Capone`s syphilisHeard your best effort, shit kid, I ain`t buyin itYou couldn`t pay me to listen, if I was your psychatristAdmire this technique, directly injectingI find your mental weak, you`re correctly selectingWe silence M.C.`s like turntablismI can`t feel your style, like my sense of touch was missingBlessed by Priest, so you cats can base meTakin` over the world, and then we renovate [Chorus]