Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devotion to the Saints, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Psychic World of Walter Reed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Proverbs
Song language: English
Devotion to the Saints |
Hehehe… you know I guessed it |
You would be the only one |
Who would dare to come here, you got courage |
Huh, hmm, before you get a chance to fight with me |
You must observe our rules, and meet these two swordsmen first |
Whatchu know about steppin' out the crib like it’s 20 thousand |
And all fives, dust still in the fridge |
Either or, yo, I rock like a meteor, bitches know when the kid’s high |
Cuz I fuck with the TV on |
Winter time blowing, had the suede boxers |
Petite fillers for the whole team, eight watches |
Ladies and gents, watch me, every line is snake venom |
Creepin' up on your brain like Excedrin |
Blowing out veterans with a speed impediment |
So underground I stay beneath the crescents |
Bitter wars over coke stores, Arabian jewelers |
Keeping hitting me off for the cross |
Shiek’s, wealthy princes and ayatollah |
All I gotta do is kick a verse, they like hold this |
You my nigga, dun, word to the light on the phoenix sun |
Want you to take my daughter, give your queen a son |
Halt, you leap me? |
That’s right, I have married all the master dragon’s gore! |
Right, hahaha… maybe, but try me! |
NY fitted, Jordan 13's on the feet |
Splash blood on my threads, how I murder the beat |
Like medicine to infants, out of they reach |
In a charcoal seven with the chardonnay seats |
Now my name ring, I played the born, and bare the storm |
Now I made king, I weigh my arm, and they respond |
Stay gone off that haze and Don, game long like |
Triple overtime, overtime stay strong |
The great one, fake none, put it on the Bible |
See me face to face, look me in my eyes, duke |
Spartacus flow, soul cookies in the vinyls |
Only time I go soft, raw pussy on the cycle |
Your highness, INS, darts catch your body |
And all a nigga saw was the sparks from the tommy |
Papis split the fishscale raw, coppin' polly |
Big brother Rollie or Deck, got it roxy |
My rap is like a holy drug cart, documented in my sentence |
Around the edges, sold my presence of my life beginning |
For born bloody swarm, early to a Godly finish |
To naysayers throwing stones, hoping I’ll diminish |
The skies open, til I rose from three or four dimensions |
With great rings, less then the dollars the grave bring |
Meet the afterlife, chapters I write, with great king |
It’s beautiful songs, killing from beyond |
They talk to me through a cloth coofie, Lord’s beauty |
And I’ll admit through gems of life, I lost jewelry |
Among the land dwellers, never trust what a man will tell ya |
They give you stone for bread, you found dead |
With no dog to smell ya, passing acid in your liquor glasses |
When they pour it, have you throwing up blood and courage |
Just a week ago, you spotted them walk in |
With your enemy, and you recall it |
It wasn’t me mugging, they was talking, plotting on you |
But God made me subnormal, your diary rise |
Breathing the immortal |
It was mean, while I’m fixing |
His identity, overthrown by the republicans |
But our people are still suffering, I am the judging |
To reorganize this justice, to help our people |
By overthrowing the republicans |
So help me to regain our position |
We will overcome the republicans! |