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[Intro : Killah
I zone out When I'm Writing
Yo

Priest]
The is lit
it's given like an gift
around in a cipher
'til the bitches pullin' tighter
Put out the
Blow out of stress
the test
who's the first to crazy?
You cough, maybe the weed is still in your
You beat ya chest 'til that will come
You high, viewin' a cipher behind your own

Sayin' shit, but to others you wise
Me, on the hand I zone
Find a little to myself
'til I I'm alone
Talk to with black wings, silver halos
Build with Gabriel the
I'm Hefner, with long robes
in a show, women with pretty toes
the dizziest
I turn romantic, write in sanscript
I put on my vision that I see my pen
Black-out is When I'm

x2 : Killah Priest]
When I'm
Flows go me right into my pen
When I'm
the artist within
When I'm
I'm in tune the Solomon books
I'm Writing
It's more than a song and a hook

[Killah
My pen's a
coloring books, displayin' chaos
The black seyance, with the ink radared
Age quasars where the mind caves are
A being dug from a keys graveyard
It's the inscription on Egyptian clay jar
I rhymes like I'm doing time
Listen, I hit the pen I start doing the sickest
I got the flow locked behind bar
And if I get too
You can throw me in the box of ya car, it's not far
My pen's an airbrush, thrown ya favorite sweater
My notebook's leather, I write a feather
My pages look a Renaissance painting
Visions of St. John's Satan
All made from my
It's Priest, Lord, the Bishop of
I'm Writing

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', then about it
My a canvas, filled with anthems
And words from the panthers
to crack scramblers, to gamblers
to gat handlers, to cats in
life
I myself in a room and I write
Rhymes I could do a
everything's relaxed
and I'm in my right
I sit still for months like a
'til bless me and grant me
with the wishes I want
I want a thesaurus with
I rhyme for the enjoyment, my mind
Ever since the day that man
white chalk on candy walls
From the Stone Age of
I've been