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Текст песни Killah Priest - Revisited

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[Intro: Killah Priest]Yeah... yeah, PriesthoodUh, Get Large ProductionsRevisited, son, yo, self destructionIt go [Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]Look at my life, Brooklyn`s my wifeClose that it`s tight, in the bullpens I write, so/yo [Killah Priest]They say Heavy Mental is a classicMy pen`ll draw graphic, backwards, thinkingDrinkin`, the ink pen rap kidClap ya`ll rappers to the point of extinctionRelax and listen, the flow is like hydroAnd hell is slow, puffin` out your noseCreatin` fogs of old school flicks, I do this for kidsMy music, my gift, broken ghettos and harsh realityMade me thorough, my art gallery, nine unclesI flunked school, robbin`, rope chains, the street have no nameFiends that preach the dope gameDeep like the blood of my nephew, soaked in the streetsI heard it scream through the concrete, rest in peaceThis last release, the flesh that eat, want meThe pen comes to me, I open my books, like scrolls of MosesI look, I see skulls and ghostsI shook, the Bible, I wrote it with hooks, come on [Chorus 2X] [Killah Priest]The pen, the pad, the friends I hadTo the live it ends in vag`, it`s like grin to a laughTo wild outrageous, and then I`m madTo a face that show expression, depression, begin to look sadThe tears come out, it`s weird, I dumb out, pretend to be gladCigarette on my lips, I don`t even smokeI leave that to Kruger, I gotta stay afloatWatch the way we maneuverPeace to Tutta, held me down in CaliI see the future, flee from troopersRevolutionary blood, sweat and tears, obsessin` with fearsParanoia, got me needing more lawyersGot me reachin` for guns, see I`m comin` for yaHold up, I stargaze, into God`s faceEmbrace Allah`s grace, sun and moon, star gatesSpace, is my place of birth, made my way into the EarthCame to the lunars of kings, held coins with wings, come on [Chorus 2X] [Killah Priest]I gave ya`ll, all of my Views of Masada, the dramaHere`s the clue, Proverbs, Priesthood, dons like Clint EastwoodBlack August, join the shortageA rap athormesis, but that got restartedSo I Revisit ya`ll, with more of the God, that roar in they heartYo, Priest, you still hustle, Priest, you still strugglePriest, you still bubble, them streets is still troubleThem thieves will cuff you, lock you up in pens with menThat couple, friends will cut youPoor education, the ghetto is hellHeaven is Park Ave., the system is jail, religion wears a dark maskWorn by faces, wind up in newspapersA true gangsta, til the wheels fall off and the gats is on ETwo gats is on meI kick open the door, take the whole pieces of warLike Larry Davis, fuck this world, I break out ya`ll cages [Chorus 4X]

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