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

Priest]
The is lit
it's given like an gift
Passed around in a
'til the bitches need pullin'
Put out the
Blow out clouds of
the test
who's the to talk crazy?
You cough, maybe the weed is still in your
You beat ya chest 'til feelin' 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 spot to
'til I feel I'm
Talk to angels with wings, silver halos
Build with the Messenger
I'm Hugh Hefner, with long
in a porn show, women pretty toes
the dizziest
Then I turn romantic, in sanscript
I put on my vision I see inside my pen
is When I'm Writing

[Hook x2 : Killah
I'm Writing
Flows go me right into my pen
I'm Writing
It's the artist
When I'm
I'm in tune with the books
I'm Writing
It's more than just a song and a

[Killah
My pen's a
with coloring books, displayin'
The black seyance, with the ink radared
Age quasars explorin' where the mind are
A riches being dug from a keys
It's the inscription written on clay jar
I write like I'm doing time
Listen, when I hit the pen I start the sickest
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 pen's an airbrush, thrown over ya sweater
My notebook's leather, I write a feather
My pages look a Renaissance painting
Visions of St. John's conquerin'
All made from my
It's Priest, Lord, the of Vikings
I'm Writing

x2]

[Killah
The way that I write, it's like a
I put on
and brush my ink pen across the
at the projects
'til I see somethin', then about it
My a canvas, filled with anthems
And words from the black
to scramblers, to crack gamblers
to gat handlers, to in handcuffs
Doin'
I lock myself in a and I write
Rhymes I do a life-time
When relaxed
and I'm in my right
I sit for months like a monk
'til Buddha bless me and me
with the wishes that I
I want a thesaurus with
I rhyme for the enjoyment, my mind
Ever since the day that man
Scrapin' white chalk on walls
the Stone Age of neanderthals
I've writing