[Killah Ugh, Emperor's Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of Yo, yo, yo
I the realest, only my true niggas will feel it Though I'm not you now, let's connect in our spirit Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the share our pain, my niggas bring me close to your heart So the thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars Through the ink that I in each bar Show the as we share our most inner thoughts 'cause I heard God once sin is taught Beginners walk through my hood and I show you my Then we walk your hood and you show me your hustle Plus those marks on your wrists, where the cops had cuffed you Hard luck too? Well me too, peoples Let's a peace truce, unify all of the gangs No between us, you and I is the same As we build on a plain, Like pyramids too mysterious for the human to explain on!
[Chorus x2: Priest] All praise is due to man, and child To the monuments that stand at the top of the Let everything that have in it, give praise To all my homies in the struggle, get
Priest] When will they profit? The is where I loose my soul How many options did I have I choose this roll? Let's see, did spark it? Fuck school and hoes Live in the projects, never rocked the clothes It's psychologic, somehow it seems though From my pockets, only love for jewels and Catastrophic, the walls closing in On all sides, the pressure the gem A war cry was the I was holding in A poor scribe as the golden pen Called wise, blessed among the men The lost tribe, my were woven in line like words I was sewing with I sit divine, my palm the globe with a grip I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanship Tell the from the robes I fit A blackness covered the moon from a eclipse A passage leads to a beneath the sands of Egypt are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hit There's the phantom, the stands at the cliff Aztec studying my sanscript Puffing peace pipes, Priest gets when he writes Bars are mystic, like Horror-glyphics I made it hard for critics to follow my on!
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[Outro: Priest] Uh huh, Feel it, where's the at? Royal priesthood, music Anybody try to break us up, man, they get the of King Tut forever, ugh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh Maccabees, of Man, yeah the whole thing yeah