Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Listen to Me, 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
Record label: Proverbs
Song language: English
Listen to Me |
I light my candles under Saint Anthony |
Burning rosemary for friends and families, for those buried |
For all humanity and soul’s heavy |
Ride through life like an old Chevy |
Look at the world through your rear view |
And honk your horn till they hear you |
So after you’re gone it’s tribute |
For all the pain that you’ve lived through |
Rainstorms are now clear blue |
A king’s gone on your mural, wings form in the spiritual |
The ritual for those we long here’s my tears and a tissue |
I opened it, look how they turned to diamonds |
Shows your reflection cause you’re still shining |
The worldly body had to do some dying |
Transformation, so I leave this here with the plants of fragrance |
Before you roam the land of the ancient |
My mind’s an enigma filled with broken pictures |
The spiritual thug could see clearer now |
So, just listen to me, just listen to me |
Just listen to me, just listen to me |
Light up a cigar let the aroma reach ya |
It’s like the smile on the Mona Lisa |
Holding a child that rose on Easter |
Like a cloud passing over Giza |
Peep the style of my older teachers |
Sipping Crown as he blow his cheeba |
Where hustlers lead up |
The mothers and grievers receive a hug from the preacher |
Abundances are cousins and nieces |
And nephew, God bless you |
Markus daily you made the heart heavy, departed too early |
You the seen the reign of stock on that dark prairie |
On know your ghost floats through them bars pearly |
Comfort for Aunt Chery |
After cremation we dreaming their faces |
In Kingdoms that’s gated, though it seems spacious |
It’s meditated in Heavenly places |
All human families that destined will make it |
God became Man so that Man becomes God |
On the land and amongst stars |
Reminisce when I ran with my young squad |
Cuff his hands, caught a gun charge |
Bullet wounds, jailed, some scarred |
Shout outs to Love, Shop, Brood, Tommy, Rocket, Sun God |
From Gates Ave. Niffy was a great man |
Put his face inside a stained glass |
Wearing crucifixes and gang flags |
His weed storm passes on then it rains down on my peoples |
I see Sean Bond walking through walls |
I see Mark Spark flowing through halls |
Tommy Rock coming through floors |
Plus continue grieving my heart |
When I speak in the dark, I weep in the park |
The spirit departs of Mark |
Lyrical sharp as shark |
From the roots to the trunk to the bark |
This is my art; |
this is my Ark of Noah, Joana |
Farewell I sail from the Narc’s which is the holy body |
Stained Glass paragraph, preparation of the gospel of peace |
Apostle or Beast, colossal on streets |
Starring at the walls till the walls become a door |
The Door opened, before me was a great ocean |
And a throne with my two sides, my Omens and my chosen, fantasize |
I let it fly from hell or rise |
Mesmerized by the enterprise starship, mega-size |
God lifts then our hypnotised projects flipped its scribes |
I start climbing out this hell-hole as the souls go |
There’s no eyeing like understanding |
There’s no blindness like ignorance |
Better then a young man’s knowledge is the old man’s experience |
There’s no evil to sickness, nothing so dreaded as death |
What’s the heal for forgiveness? |
Pride before fall, look inside myself and did some cleansing |
Drop my defenses, begin the rinsing |
Tonight a lion sleeps in the heart of every brave man |
Like a cave in the African lands |
The Immaculate stand to inhabit what’s grand |
Above is the black poison clouds |
You only got one life so enjoy it now |
And cherish the day before you perish away |
We all inherit the grave; |
these are the letters that say: |
Together we pray, Heaven’s amaze |
Shed tears in my silver Offering bowl |
Incense burn Patchouli smoke for the lost souls |
At the fork in the road |