Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Law , by - Killah Priest. Release date: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Law , by - Killah Priest. The Law |
| A wise man will hear and increase learnings |
| And a man of understanding will obtain wise council |
| To understand a proverb individually |
| The words of the wise and the riddles |
| The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge |
| But fools despise the wisdom and instruction |
| Heed the instructions of your father |
| And do not foresake the law of your mother |
| For they will be graceful way beyond your head |
| And chains about your neck |
| Worldwide, look |
| All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy’s frame |
| Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs |
| Got two glock nines and I fill them with slugs |
| Call me Saint Valentine, cuz when I kill 'em, it’s love |
| Say my name, Masada, life full of pain and drama |
| Bloodstains and horror, here my voice out the Hell flames, I hollar |
| I write with the pen of the reaper, stare in my eyes |
| Look deeper, now turn into stone, it’s Medusa |
| Reduce your flesh into bones, prey upon your dead meat like a vulture |
| Dig out your eyes, send your soul to Hell |
| While your body is covered in flies |
| Spazz like John the Revelator trippin off of acid |
| The desperate man with a handful of Tarrots |
| I’m the ghost of Mozart, possessed my arm |
| The blood of Tupac drip from the pen in my palm |
| Stain the paper, swirl it around, see the vision |
| A thousand profits locked in prison |
| Free 'em all with the rhyme, short sentence |
| Unlock 'em from my brain cells, plague the Earth |
| 40 nights of rain and Hell, Masada, spell my name in braille |
| He who despises the Lord will destroyed |
| but he who fears the coming will be rewarded |
| The law of the wise is the foundation of life |
| To turn one away from the spirits of death |
| Poverty and shame will come to him who withstands correction |
| But he will dodge a refute will be honored |
| He who walks with wise men will be wise |
| But the companion of fools will be destroyed |
| I post up in front of the world, witness my pearls |
| Unleashin the masterpiece, actions twirl |
| Like a twister, the riddler, picture my moment |
| Filling scriptures with my niggaz |
| I pour the liquor on my own, trick! |
| Bullshit, until the apocalypse hit |
| Laughin with the angels, just watchin the shit |
| Hands out your pockets bitch, the glock’ll spit |
| Leave the Earth in turmoil when I’m poppin’clips |
| Kill the devil, I’m the rebel lost in the streets |
| My only fears is when I sleep, I’ll be tossin’deep |
| Or if the woman in my arms think of crossin the Priest |
| Proverbs, God words, nigga I’m talkin’to thee |
| Let’s reverse the way of the righteousness |
| In the midst of a passive justice |
| I can establish the everlasting from the beginning |
| Before there was ever an Earth |
| Blessed is the man who listens to me Watching daily at my gates waiting at the posts of my doors |
| For who shall revise me for his life and obtains favor from the Lord |
| But he who sins against me warrants his own soul |
| And all those who hate me love death |
| Telekinesis, I see through dreams |
| A conqueror of all world like the Hebrew kings |
| I’m David, reincarnated over again |
| A gladiator of the universe, a soldier of men |
| A warlord across the field, returnin from battle |
| With blood upon my shield with an arm full of arrows |
| I’m a warrior, elephants kneels as I pass |
| Holdin skeletons of the soldiers that I killed in my path |
| With the heads of their leaders still in my hands |
| Hold it up, lightnin strikes, brightens the night |
| Turn my hair whitened like Christ then flash out of sight |
| Head back to the cemetary, my job is done |
| Volume one, Priest, part two is when God will come |
| Read |
| Choices of wickedness brought me nothing |
| But righteousness delivered from death |
| The Lord will not soften a soul from righteous to fairest |
| For he casts away the substance of the wicked |
| That’s right, we destroy all ya’ll punks |
| This is proverbs, Priesthood (Priesthood) |