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

Priest]
The is lit
it's given like an gift
Passed around in a
the bitches need pullin' tighter
Put out the
out clouds of stress
Now's the
who's the first to talk
You cough, maybe the weed is in your lungs
You beat ya chest 'til feelin' will come
You high, viewin' a cipher your own eyes

Sayin' stupid shit, but to you wise
Me, on the other hand I
Find a little to myself
'til I I'm alone
Talk to angels black wings, silver halos
with Gabriel the Messenger
I'm Hugh Hefner, with long
in a porn show, women with pretty
the dizziest
I turn romantic, write in sanscript
I put on my that I see inside my pen
is When I'm Writing

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

[Killah
My pen's a
with coloring books, displayin'
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 written on clay jar
I write rhymes like I'm time
Listen, when I hit the pen I start the sickest
I got the flow locked each 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 over ya favorite
My notebook's leather, I write a feather
My pages look like a Renaissance
Visions of St. conquerin' Satan
All made from my
It's Priest, Lord, the of Vikings
I'm Writing

x2]

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