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Текст песни Killah Priest - Weclome 12"

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* send corrections to the typist[Intro: Killah Priest]Beyond divine intellectYeah, spottedThe almighty PriestBody, it`s Priest that`s gave body, thirteen[Killah Priest]Priest the goblin, the yellow, streets be robbin`I`m throbbin`, into my head, we move in cobwebsYou see a large bed filled with holageJust do the knowledge, remind themSit down, their palms are red, I`m the MysticBlack finger nails, blue lipstickWho is this? You hear music in the backgroundYou see backs and hear sounds, your trapped nowYou see wolves and blood houndsYou the big bear in the hood and still a thug nowI`m turnin` the streets into graveyardsWe lay them in cages, the eons left precise in clay jarsPut `em in tombs with mummies, and foreign countriesSlept under the stars monthly, I`m starvin`, hungryI pray to God on one kneeExplodin` quasars confront meIn the heavens I`m one legend, peace to GenieMany Shieks have seen me, many gypsies are mistyPresent from the Pharoahs themselvesShare their myths in pyramidsLate wives bein` curious, my spirit livesForseen sectors from my ancestorsBurried beneath the sand treasuresYou should know I`ma one legend[Chorus: Killah Priest]I inherit this jewel, never sit with a foolNever eat with no booze, they`ll poison ya foodWho in ya ?, enter the roomThat main body shit ruleI inherit this jewel, never sit with a foolNever eat with no booze, they`ll poison ya foodWho in ya ?, enter the roomThat main body shit ruleThat main body shit rule[Killah Priest]Turn into King Tut when my ink touch the paperI seen images of Asia, had visions of savioursIn the ghettoes the Devil`s painting is that of serpantWho does he worship, better serve us or turn to dustI bug out like I`m smokin` a bombI seen niggas in coat of armsVikings, Knights, Kings the sky`s brightenin` from lightenin`Angels give me white wings to fly awayIn Heavens hotter ways, night turns to dayBack to darkness over the projectsThe Indians fear and clap calm `til they bodies deadAnd wings come out their back bone and they flap homeCrack thrones with King`s slumped bodies overKilled by my soldiers I`ve told yaChorus[Outro: Killah Priest]Bodies baby, 2002Give it to `emGet away, the guns`ll spray

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