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

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

Sayin' stupid shit, but to others you
Me, on the other hand I
Find a little spot to
I feel I'm alone
Talk to angels with black wings, halos
Build Gabriel the Messenger
I'm Hugh Hefner, long robes
in a show, women with pretty toes
the ho's
Then I turn romantic, in sanscript
I put on my vision that I see my pen
Black-out is When I'm

[Hook x2 : Priest]
When I'm
Flows go through me right my pen
When I'm
It's the artist
When I'm
I'm in tune with the Solomon
I'm Writing
It's than just a song and a hook

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

x2]

[Killah
The way that I write, it's a painting
I put on
and brush my ink pen the palette
Stare at the
'til I see somethin', then write it
My pad's a canvas, with anthems
And from the black panthers
to crack scramblers, to crack
to gat handlers, to cats in
Doin'
I lock myself in a and I write
Rhymes I do a life-time
When everything's
and I'm in my right
I sit for months like a monk
'til Buddha me and grant me
with the wishes that I
I a thesaurus with clairvoyants
I rhyme for the enjoyment, my mind
since the day that man evolved
Scrapin' chalk on candy walls
From the Age of neanderthals
been writing