Killah Priest - Royal Priesthood Lyrics
[Killah Priest]Ugh, Emperor's musicUgh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal EmperorIn my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of thingsYo, yo, yoI write the realest, only my true niggas will feel itThough I'm not with you now, let's connect in our spiritCut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the darkLet's share our pain, my niggas bring me close to your heartSo the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the starsThrough the ink that I write in each barShow the soul as we share our most inner thoughtsCuz I heard God listened once sin is taughtBeginners walk through my hood and I show you my struggleThen we walk through your hood and you show me your hustlePlus those marks on your wrists, it's where the cops had cuffed youHard luck too? Well me too, screaming peoplesLet's make a peace truce, unify all of the gangsNo quarrels between us, you and I is the sameAs we build on a higher plain,Like pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to explainCome on![Chorus x2: Killah Priest]All praise is due to man, woman and childTo the monuments that stand at the top of the NileLet everything that have breath in it, give praiseTo all my homies in the struggle, get paid[Killah Priest]When will they profit? The game is where I loose my soulHow many options did I have before I choose this roll?Let's see, what did spark it? ***** school and hoesLive in the projects, never rocked the newest clothesIt's psychologic, somehow it seems foolish thoughFrom my pockets, only love for jewels and doughCatastrophic, the walls came closing inOn all sides, the pressure expose the gemA war cry was the breath I was holding inA poor scribe dopest as the golden penCalled wise, blessed among the chosen menThe lost tribe, my words were woven inEach line like words I was sewing withI sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a gripFlows I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanshipTell the maid from the robes I fitA blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipseA passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of EgyptCandles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hitThere's the phantom, the mummy stands at the cliffAztec Indians studying my sanscriptPuffing peace pipes, Priest gets deep when he writesBars are mystic, written like Horror-glyphicsI made it hard for critics to follow my lyricsCome on!Chorus x2[Outro: Killah Priest]Uh huh, Feel it, where's the troubles at?Royal priesthood, Emperor's musicAnybody try to break us up, man, they get the curse of King TutProverbs forever, ugh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huhMaccabees, Sunz of Man, yeah the whole thing yeah
