| My mind designed like a Mayan pyramid
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| When you climb up the steps you could get where the emerald is I left witnesses for those who didn’t believe
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| Show the depths of sentences, y’all forbidden to leave
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| Alphabets become images you listen and see
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| How to breath other lyricist who breathe 3-D
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| Trapped in each bar gets deep with the God
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| Like the 5 Pillars that they teach at the Mosque
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| Trying to define killing you seek a mirage
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| Terrified thriller have you reach in your heart
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| Priest 'fenna get dark, dark as he can get
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| Dark as the first nine Pharaohs who ruled Egypt
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| Dark as the moon casts its shadows across eclipse
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| Dark as the ladies with the tarots telling your secrets
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| Dark as the gun barrel right before you squeeze it I enter you mind like a auditorium
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| Your picture was distorted but I restored your film
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| Now you see clearer my pen has a lens
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| Like I’m sitting in the theatre coming back again
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| Remind you of Rakim but I’m not him
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| Though we one and the same; |
| the second coming of Kane
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| I’m like Kool G Rap put the Uzi in rap
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| Or KRS-One said «It was cool to be black»
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| For Slick Rick pronounced that the Ruler was back
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| Back in the days where gold jewelry fat
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| Before Wu or Biggie, Nas, Jigga or Fifty
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| That was new yeti, they ruled the city
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| On the West-coast it was run by Death Row
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| 'Pac gave Thug Life but I just hug mics
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| The grip of the Python, the strength of my right palm
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| Will crush a competitor’s life-form
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| +How Many+ emcees must I defeat?
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| +How Many+ rhymes must I show a technique?
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| +How Many+ metaphors?
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| +How Many+ letters in all?
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| +How Many+ times must I show that I am better than y’all?
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| Rhymes after rhymes, metaphors are lined
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| Since '84 I recall the times
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| Left MC’s, inside of morgues and shrines
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| Weak technique get absorbed like wine
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| Then I piss 'em back under the trees and vines
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| This rapper, that rapper, I proved I’m better
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| Next month I’m 'bout battle Webster
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| Do you think you can handle my pressure?
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| The way that my thinking when I play with the ink pen
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| Is he old or new school? |
| (Think, I think old school)
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| Nah I’m in a class by myself
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| Plus I drop math and I blast like a Stealth
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| The bars you spit I use for chin-ups
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| Soon as you lay 'em down I press the bench up Then I start spinning like them nunchucks
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| Each paragraph is like the Pharaoh in the past
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| Wide as a dome piece and narrow as the path |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How Many , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album The Offering, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп