Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deja Va (Twilight Zone), artist - Killah Priest. Date of issue: 04.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Deja Va (Twilight Zone) |
| Stared at me with his cold eyes, who was this old guy? |
| Drug him in the building, as police drive by Took out my four-five, cocked it, put it to his forehead |
| Dugout his pockets, went in his shirt, and took his locket |
| Threw him near the garbage, aimed the gun and shot it Then dodged quick, how that, so fast, felt the wind go past |
| Everything went in a flash, hopped over the trash |
| I ran around the corner, cut up the alley |
| And made to the backdoor in the lobby, then I stopped |
| My eyes was shot, all my stolen goods dropped |
| My body stood still like a rock |
| I saw this kid holdin’a four-five, with the same old guy |
| With the same cold eyes, I looked out the building |
| Saw the same cop car roll by It woke me out the trance when I heard a shot |
| Saw the old man cry, shit drop, by the garbage |
| Kid disappeared somewhere through the project |
| So I chased him, called his name, 'round the corner |
| Up the block, through the alley |
| Though the backdoor into a lobby |
| When I came in, I saw the kid backin’up, with his gat in his clutch |
| And floor full of stuff that he stoled from that man |
| I glanced over the kid’s shoulders, I seen the same old man |
| Another young dude with the gun in his hand |
| Pointed at the old man’s head, makin’demands |
| I looked out the lobby door, saw the same police man |
| Drove by, it was no surprise, I said shot |
| At the same time I heard a gun pop |
| Looked at the garbage, saw a man lyin’there crotchin' |
| Couldn’t believe what I was watchin', I walked near him |
| Should I fear him, I said to myself, it’s gettin’weird son |
| I told to old man, stared in his cold eyes |
| At the same time I felt the ghost go by |
| I looked up, saw me, holdin’the four-five |
| I glanced back at him, asked him, what’s happenin' |
| What’s the meaning? |
| Am I dreaming? |
| He whispered, the locket that you stole from me Open it, there’s a picture |
| So I opened the locket on the silver chain |
| Saw a picture of him, and he had the same initials as my name |
| Hope I’m not goin’insane, I can’t explain, somethin’is strange |
| I took off the old man’s frames, put 'em on my eyes |
| At the same time, the old man died |
| Then I cried, I felt like something inside me died |
| It got weird too, cuz out of nowhere |
| I asked myself, do I fear you? |
| And a beard grew, I felt my face, took out a mirror |
| Looked in it, my hair was silver and in terror |
| My body got cold, I broke the mirror, I felt I was old |
| So I closed the locket, put the chain over my head |
| Hid the picture in my shirt, like a curse |
| I stood up and walked outside |
| Where a kid was waitin’for me, with a loaded four-five |
| I didn’t say a word, I just stared in his eyes |
| Said to myself, I know this guy |
| Then he grabbed me by my shirt, then he drug me inside |
| I asked him why, but he didn’t reply |
| Fuck it, I might be high |
| He reached in my pocket, he dug in my shirt |
| That’s what I thought, damn, my locket |
| Went and pointed the gun and cocked it Then he shot it, no, what’s goin’on… |
| He stared at me with his cold eyes, who was this old guy? |
| Drug him in the building, as police drive by Took out my four-five, cocked it, put it… |