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[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, uh-huh, back again
The Priesthood, yeah, brought it
We up in here now, it s time to eat
Gotta look at myself, want ya ll to turn around
Watch this, yo

[Chorus 4X: sample]
Turn around, every now and then
I get a little bit lonely
You re never coming back..

[Killah Priest]
Alone and thinkin , zonin
Then I pick up my ink pen and hold it
Like the bullet that went in, they blinkin , I m frozen
Stuck between time, the pass and the present
From early adolesence, to fiends that s crashin and beggin
A pad is my blessin with it, I m addin my lessons, so vivid
Through life, things I ve done wrong, and do right
I had a few nights, of comin in drunk, fightin with punks
At club, writin to front, stomp it with gloves
Cats pumpin they drugs on Ave., I jumped in the cab
Head to the lab, grab my pen and my pad, feel the wind draft
Dump the insensce ash inside the hour glass
Watchin it slowly slippin as I drift in the past
Watchin the secret sands, remind me the extinction of man
If we don t unite, I ll think of plans
The king is a hand, the handwriting s on the wall of the project halls
In graffiti, written like swahili
All harmonic, Priest is like a god when he speaks
Plants his feet on the ground, wore the crown
All of ya ll turn around, baby

[Chorus 4X w/ ad-libs]

[Killah Priest]
My verse runs deep like smack through a veteran s vein
See cats on the train beggin for change
Need medicine for they pain, I m in heavy rain
Sweat testin my aim, carve in my bullets with the president s name
Destined to reign, feel guns bust while cats discuss
About the gats they bust, and loyalty among employees
The more weed, the more they mind s stay freed
The more the nines get squeezed, the more the crime leads
The more they blind me, push that light far behind me
I seeked ashanti s and monks in the hills, I dwelled months for real
No deal, but still hold the steel
Sometimes I spaz out, pull my pad out
Then my pad sprouts to a crackhouse, filled with drug dealers
Some thugs, some killers, my pen s a paintbrush
Colorin the old school cats with gangstas
For every word that I print on paper
Is like a proverb from a prince in Asia

[Chorus to fade w/ ad-libs]

Grasped by this certain thing
Expressing what I feel
Doin it for my belief
Knowin in my heart it s real

Mastermind won t let it stay
Givin it his sentiment
You can put your thoughts away
Compromise ain...

Lay your head in my lap
Let the sound of my laugh comfort you now here in the cold
Your face gets wet as the drink slips from my hand
The faster i drive the harder i cry don t worry i ll get us there
And i look down at you
You look up...

Pra¹ivé hyeny po mne zatú¾ia
E¹te kým nado mnou supy nekrú¾ia
Màtvy som bez teba veï to dávno vie¹
Ak to ty zabalí¹ ja to vzdávam tie¾

R: Osud kýva sa, ako kyvadlo
©»astie na nás dvoch z neba nespadlo
Osud kýva sa, na zem zrazí ma
Mala si ma hria», ale mrazí¹ ma

Tak nech si hyeny...

Doubt and disbelief are the luxuries of the ignorant.
Placebo mockery intended to discredit. No longer
has meaning. Drifting closer, taking shape, through the mists,
tragedy rides forth. The last laugh is mine. Man has made the
neo-god. Man has made the neo-god. Unholy falseness infests....

It all happened right in front of my eyes
it took me one second and then I realized
What can I do, at which end do I start
Do I follow my brain or just go with my heart
what can I say without making it...