| Yeah, Black August, Priesthood
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| Wanna know how I got here?
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| How it all came to be?
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| My beginning?, yo
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| A dark December eve my mother conceive a species
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| Some sorta rare breed believed to be of God’s seed
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| With royal blood flowing through her genes
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| Answer would come to her in her dreams
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| The child you bare is a king
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| He’s the heir
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| Magnificent chair
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| Also shall wear the rings
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| Till I give him a pair of wings
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| In January she fought off bats
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| The FBI firing gats even lion attacks
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| Running from wolf packs through the woods black
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| Never looked back
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| A serpent bit her on the leg
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| But she took that
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| From February till June four months of gloom
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| 2 more months before their doom
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| They try to consume a child inside my mothers womb
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| She withstand the hurricanes and twisters reading scriptures
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| Earthquakes till my birth date I was given
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| Even slay the first born children
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| It was bone chillin'
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| July 30th came
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| But that wasn’t me that was my nephew
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| God bless you
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| He took the first cause you was special
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| Then it was August
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| She felt something enormous in her organs
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| My beginning and the ending while the world is spinning
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| Menage’s with strange women the devil grinning
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| But I gottta keep my head above water
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| Molded without the martyr black august and I’m the author
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| They knew the time and the date of my arrival
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| Doctors and preachers opening bibles
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| Philosophers stood wondering
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| The sky thundering
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| Inhaling old widows wailing
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| Windows open
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| Wind blowing curtains across my head forming a turban
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| Do not disturb him a stranger said
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| Standing at the side of my bed placed a crown upon my head
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| My eyes were black pearls staring at the map of the world
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| Born to conquer the angel then handed me my armor
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| Killed in my honor revealed to me where I should wander
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| Until time for take over
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| Y’all reigns been great but now its over
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| Now I lounge in castles surrounded by great statues
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| A pool of jewels old kings swimming thru women and rings
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| A joyous time so sing
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| I was born 40 nights its stormed hell spawned
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| I latched onto my mothers arms
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| Writing my name my pen became somewhat of a chain
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| A beard grew intuition given me a clear view
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| My hair turning white
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| Perm like Snoop Dogg’s (biatch!)
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| I seen black boots in the fog
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| Skeletons and army fatigues
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| Dead friends warn me thru dreams like Ebenezer Scrooge
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| I shall lead the schools show them secrets of the ancient masters
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| Studies language chapters pages after
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| Black August |