Luyện nghe bài hát Purified Thoughts

"Am I a man? ..."

Killah]
Take my hands out my you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green, from countin the
Memorized by the glory, life
Cut off niggaz who Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me
Shout 'em out every in the blue and kid too
I never rocked with, laws keep away we cool
I devised my own stimulus, I'm niggarish
I'm tired of eatin those crumbs and black
The frame of mind so {?} cleansin the mic
Let the imam over my head and wash
Thoughts, sterilized, purified,
Watch us gift men and fetch the like barley
If shit happen I'll feed his whole army
Talkin 'bout the angels and peeps in
Try to stay humble, and my pride
In God I trust, now talk about the on your five
Crisp dollar billin, me in a little hut in Beneen
Village style, feedin the
Big pots of jasmine tea Mandela
Africans chantin me on Coachella
Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my
My day, 24 karat tomb I lay
Wishin they bury me, next to the prophets
Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun,

"Am I a good man?" (I know)
"Am I a fool?" (We'll see)

[Killah
The Lord takes me, gathering before winds
High currents, {?} places we wings
offering, thrones was there
Man with the 7 crowns on his was near
Feet walked rose petals, song from the ghetto
Face froze in gold the pharaoh
A dawn in glory, robe of light, a powerful
As he passed the path, white doves cost the of thugs
Eternal heartbeat, in the fire in his blood
700 were opened
It breaks to right, threw the crooks in the ocean
Scared, brass hair it grew from goatskin
The chosen has spoken, tablets were
The smoke hand grabs an
grabbin me gradually draggin me through hell's cavity
This is blasphemy, I fell the jackals be
God felt bad for me but cast me Caspain Sea
Satan his key, Wu-Family's the faculty
K.P., K.P.

"Am I a good man? Am I a
"Am I?"

He used to sling in the
Fast to put the rap on cap, ignite your hair gel
No such thing as a fair
put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail
And on this level a thug'll you garbage
No refund, the exchange from the cartridge
Where the youths is kept comin with they life earnings
Ready to make a deal, soul and burning
The outcome tragic, household
rooms to {?}, basements to attics
Support from the B, hit the courts a fiend
who one, who had lit the torch for his team
So they sent him gifts, parts per diem
in a box that held prints but too to see 'em