| My pages are canvas, the madness
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| Filled wit killers wit hammers
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| Galleries are projecties and poverty
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| Secrete societies ran by schools that Harvard breeds
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| The horror still haunts me, then the dark art we bleed
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| Upon the heads of the children
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| Spread thru each building in the ghetto
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| Presto, pop up books of cops and crooks
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| Watched by Bush — organization
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| With horns of Satan, performs the ancient rituals of pagan
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| That’s why I spit that Joshua Apocrypha
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| My mind’s the photographer, the philosopher
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| The boar’s head is in the pot for ya
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| The Moors spread the doctrine for us
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| To teach our black kids before the craft lift
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| Or shake in the casket
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| The last ship is at the Rapture and that’s it
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| It’s that quick, this is that hit, this is that hit
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| (Chorus) Priest
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| Storms shall flown outta the skies…
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| Look within and open your eyes…
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| We are the children of the 'Most High'…
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| Ha-ha-ha-haha-ha-ha…
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| The Western man abolished the arts
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| Children of Bethlehem did Astrology charts
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| Three Wise Men followed the stars
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| Now three American youths following cars
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| Bring truth it’s what we doing for OZ
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| Sharp spiritual arches shooting from Mars
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| Go for your gold, stumbling souls
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| Ghetto heaven where the first stomach rumble as rose
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| But you are the future, the ones they chose
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| Mind of the Sphinx ask why they chiseled the nose?
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| Cuz you pollute the Earth, you know how your seeds will grow
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| Life’s a hard cell and death ain’t reasonable
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| Still ain’t blessed faith been good
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| I ain’t Christian, them burnt crosses is wasting wood
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| Who knew a plate of food for thought could taste this good?
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| On my knees I prostrate and face the hood
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| (Chorus) Priest 2x |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Most High , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album The Exorcist, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп