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[Intro : Priest]
I just zone out When I'm
Yo

[Killah
The is lit
it's like an Indian gift
Passed around in a
the bitches need pullin' tighter
Put out the
Blow out clouds of
the test
who's the to talk crazy?
You cough, maybe the weed is still in lungs
You beat ya chest 'til that feelin' will
You high, viewin' a cipher behind own eyes

Sayin' stupid shit, but to you wise
Me, on the other I zone
Find a spot to myself
I feel I'm alone
Talk to angels with black wings, halos
Build Gabriel the Messenger
I'm Hugh Hefner, with long
in a porn show, women pretty toes
the ho's
Then I turn romantic, write in
I put on my vision that I see my pen
is When I'm Writing

[Hook x2 : Killah
When I'm
go through me right into my pen
When I'm
It's the artist
When I'm
I'm in tune the Solomon books
When I'm
It's more just a song and a hook

Priest]
My pen's a
coloring books, displayin' chaos
The black seyance, the ink pores radared
Age quasars explorin' where the caves are
A riches being dug a keys graveyard
the inscription written on Egyptian clay jar
I rhymes like I'm doing time
Listen, when I hit the pen I start doing the
I got the flow behind each bar
And if I get too
You can me in the box of ya car, it's not that far
My an airbrush, thrown over ya favorite sweater
My notebook's leather, I write with a
My pages look like a painting
Visions of St. John's Satan
All from my imagination
Priest, Lord, the Bishop of Vikings
When I'm

x2]

[Killah
The way that I write, like a painting
I put on
and brush my ink pen the palette
at the projects
'til I see somethin', write about it
My pad's a canvas, filled with
And words from the black
to crack scramblers, to gamblers
to gat handlers, to cats in
life
I lock myself in a and I write
Rhymes I do a life-time
When relaxed
and I'm in my mind
I sit still for months like a
'til Buddha me and grant me
the wishes that I want
I want a with clairvoyants
I rhyme for the enjoyment, my mind
Ever the day that man evolved
Scrapin' white chalk on walls
From the Age of neanderthals
I've writing