Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Looking Glass, artist - Killah Priest. Album song Behind The Stained Glass, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Good Hands
Song language: English
Looking Glass |
Uh, looking inside my book |
Uh, one time, uh 4th Disciple |
Uh KP, dimes, uh, in the looking glass |
Live for everything, when I open up my book |
None for nutting knaw’mean? |
Seeing the looking glass |
Life and Death is like a carnival in cemeteries |
Ain’t nobody left that’s honorable they all been buried |
The Chronicles, from Muhammad schools to Gods name vary |
Black people are the promised Jew’s cause we lost already |
My cross is heavy, I carry it — this is my burden |
Look in the sky! |
See chariots, why the Earth is just burning |
The worst is determined by the birth of a person. |
I’m also hurting |
Soul searching, I go to the sermons of elder Gerry Burns |
Life as a failure, my worries return |
I know cats who could of went pro |
Wasn’t born with a silver spoon to his mouth |
But put a silver spoon to his nose |
He was nice in football but every time the hood call he would go |
The projects is like the insane asylum, full of gangs and violence |
Pain and problems, heavy rain I hear violins |
At funerals, it’s the usual — explain this knowledge |
Every time I look and close my eyes |
My mind I can see the end of time |
Looking at the world — it’s so divine |
While I’m staring through my looking glass |
Every time I look and close my eyes |
My mind I can see the end of time |
Looking at the world — it’s so divine |
While I’m staring through my looking glass |
The pastor preaches, wives and widows open their purses |
Throwing dollars hoping one day they meet Jehovah in person (The Lord) |
Miracles; |
a man who can’t walk leaps out of his chair |
Saw the same man a week before walk up his stairs |
An old lady who can’t hear, she just stares |
Showing no facial expression |
She’s a victim of racial oppression |
Her grandkids she pray Angels protect 'em |
A knock at the door — it’s agents and detectives! |
«Your kid’s been hit by a stray» (Oh Lord!) |
Another dollar got to find a better way |
Another day, another lesson, life stressing |
Dice games, liquor stores and pool halls |
Money on the table, spot that Q-ball (Rack 'em up) |
Winner takes all, now rack 'em |
The nine ball symbolizes the planets |
The last ones to get the black one |
To get 'em you have to crack 'em |
Listen to this «innerstanding» |
Absorb is more than just gambling |
Every time I look and close my eyes |
My mind I can see the end of time |
Looking at the world — it’s so divine |
While I’m staring through my looking glass |
Every time I look and close my eyes |
My mind I can see the end of time |
Looking at the world — it’s so divine |
While I’m staring through my looking glass |
Remember W.D. Fard Muhammad |
The prophet that gave Elijah his knowledge |
Elijah gave it to Malcolm |
But on their way to the promise they ran into problems |
And only through death they resolved |
From the Mosque to the school up in Harlem |
'Cause Clarence X left, started his own set |
Gave a new breath of fresh air to the projects |
With the Supreme Arithmetics |
Young teens got hip to the devils tricks |
But in '69 the God got hit |
But you can still hear him when Poppa Wu parts his lips |
And there was Dr. Malachi Z. York with deep thought |
Called himself «The Lamb,» «The Nuwaubian,» «Godly Man» |
Built his own Egypt on the top of the sand |
Then there’s Yahweh Ben Yahweh, called down UFOs |
All these men the U.S. knows |
It’s like our mind deteriorated when drugs came in |
And it took us back to the cavemen |
Every time I look and close my eyes |
My mind I can see the end of time |
Looking at the world — it’s so divine |
While I’m staring through my looking glass |
Every time I look and close my eyes |
My mind I can see the end of time |
Looking at the world — it’s so divine |
While I’m staring through my looking glass |
Uh-huh, world wide G-Sciples |
Yo Rest in Peace |
To Allah Sun on the hook baby |
He was never buried he was only planted |
'Cause we’re gonna grow from this |