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| Black August
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| Good Morning America
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| It’s Killah Priest back at ya
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| I’m feelin’good tonight, uh-huh
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| Priesthood, Big U in the house, SoulStice
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| We gon’do this, stay focused
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| Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh
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| Yeah. |
| yeah, yo, yo The mouth and tongue of Malcolm
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| Tellin’my publicist, fuck this government
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| Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
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| Vacate the island, billions will start wildin'
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| The feelin’of violence will have trillions in silence
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| Or watchin’the news, Arabs against Jews
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| They bombin’the schools, political fools
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| Liberal move, is all confused, gun users
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| Instead of peace talk, fuck this world
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| I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off
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| I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow Babylon
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| Fuck this world, that’s why we carry on By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
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| No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
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| This be the days of terror. |
| SoulStice
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| Oh shit, amazin’grace, how sweet the sound
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| Savin’slaves, another body found
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| Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep
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| We make heat instead of peace
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| Struggle to heat, and breathe
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| On Shiek metal swords before we eat
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| To teach, shake my head in disbelief
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| 41 shots, a young brotha deceased
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| Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
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| So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
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| Ignorance leakes like back streets of sickness
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| Or disease, and our weakness, we bleed
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| Deceive to believe in this modern Eden, we thieve
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| Conceive through this belly, we beasts
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| Ninety thieves stalk woods for Priest
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| Leave out this laws of Camenites
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| We strive to rise like height
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| But through hate we over-weigh our fate
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| And fall like meteorite, to spread the self-sacrifice
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| Instill like these parasites, in drug bites
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| Prescribe a mind of 360 degree fahrenheit
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| In the dark like midnight, these words I recite
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| I once was blind but now I.
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| See the light.
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| Freedom fights in prison, sprung from religion
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| Taught by elders, the system failed us, no one to help us Priest is, withstanding Priestess, but stand on thrones judgin’Egypt
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| Peep the eclipse, the shadows cover the moon
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| The Devils govern the fools, they stubborn as Jews
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| Pearls before swine, I quiz them, they need more time
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| Seek the wisdom, free your mind
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| From the cobras, it’s Priest and SoulStice
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| We came to teach the culture
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| We can stand the heat like vultures
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| Open ya wings, the soul of a King
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| Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings
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| Bow and kiss 'em, if he’s a fraud than strip 'im
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| From all this badness, greet him with daggers
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| We more than rappers, we the masters
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| Even after. |
| World War 3, the war of intelligence
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| The court, self-defence is common sense
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| Third corridors and drug stores
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| Immensely spokes and leave scars of no evidence
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| Dense minds outlined in chalk, the refined walk
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| Can rise again like cocks, a ressurection at box
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| Religious, intervenous, take my name in vain
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| Clinically insane, hold secrets
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| Mentally slain for their repentance by the government
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| Hold the third commandment, who’s the man sent?
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| Modern Lazurus, hands wake the nation
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| It’s revelations, I’m takin’medication, my head is achin'
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| I’ve been by a weapon since the 11th
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| Stars and stripes vs. a star and crescent
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| God’s blessin', be a soldier, I gotta speak out on Oprah
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| I’m Under Siege, I grab my gun and fatigues
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| Plead my woman and seeds, hundreds shall bleed
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| I speak blunted from weed
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| Do y’all really want peace or y’all wanna see war?
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| Crates of candles on crates of C4
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| Why they rich and why we poor?
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| If he Jacob do that make him Esaw?
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| Is Colin Powell really Bush as Igor?
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| Why did terrorist attack the entire Eastern seaboard?
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| Who taught the men to kill theyselves?
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| They’re received Allah’s rewards, we need to read more
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| Priest, I rap with razor blades on the side of each jaw
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| In the millenium, war against Palestinians
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| A century is done, plenty of guns
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| Plenty of bombs, many shall come
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| And my name, a homeless man ridin’a train
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| Day and night, leavin’my head with migraines
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| It’s the atomic age, we either smokin’chronic or sage
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| The blood of Jesus, Decepti-concept
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| Martin Luther King had a dream
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| Gun shots create a smokescreen
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| We throw on concrete, I wear a bandana like the Panthers
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| Back to court with my handgun
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| It’s real as the masonic seal on a dollar bill
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| Conspiracy theories that got Kennedy killed
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| Or the secret governments, Blood and Crip
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| Worldwide, look at the future through your third eye
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| GoodBye. |