| What y’all niggas want? |
| Go get your set
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| Make y’all pussies run, Load up my Tek
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| Attack like lions, Go straight at the neck
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| Hyena niggas down, My paws on they chest
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| Show you canines before we tear in your flesh
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| Breathing down your face son, I can taste your death
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| I know you’re scared now, nigga, I see the sweat
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| Razor sharp teeth, come close like Gillette
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| I return like the Prodigal Son, Y’all can rest
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| The arguing’s done, rappers scared
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| They marveled I’ve come
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| Problem One; |
| I can see why I’m startling some
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| Because I come in peace but my apostles have guns
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| Son of Man, in his glory with revolvers to lungs
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| Now stand still witness the god while I rob you for funds
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| I must say, Priest spits with a remarkable tongue
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| Now let’s us see what deep flows the Masada has brung
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| Right before I get in my zone, I sit in my throne
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| Then I lounge, one foot pivot while I’m spitting my poems
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| My poetry so vivid it was written in stone
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| They say Priest is some sort of mystic
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| He speaks wisdom unknown
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| I’m the poet blindfolded my queen’s palms cover my ears
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| So when I wrote this intuition was there
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| My brain’s a replica of Mecca
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| My mind holds the secrets to Egypt
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| But however I stay on some street shit
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| I write the scrolls on a hundred skulls
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| My cunning flow is stunning
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| It’s like you’re blunted, has you under control
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| Mumbling to yourself while I’m confronting your soul
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| Priest, the deity meant to crumble the globe
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| Behold a flow out of this world
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| Throwing dollars at girls sliding on poles
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| To diamonds and pearls
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| Aligning of the stars Priest be Osiris rhyming
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| My eylids marked around with black chalk
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| Like Nas on his album cover I Am…
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| Like Malcolm my brothers, let’s take a stand
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| Teachers, teacher and the angel came forth holding the scroll
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| Given the offering tell us more he said
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| I write street archives with deep dark eyes
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| My meek heart cries
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| When I see the murders beneath god’s skies
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| I record and lose the disk but we keep hard drives
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| Ask Dreddy after the flow
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| Show you where bodies are buried
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| Worries cover the face of Reverend Jesse
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| Just hold steady
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| I’m 'bout to drop something old but heavy, ready?
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| Before this rap all I knew was wrapping up grams
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| Only tracks I knew was on the arms of Sam
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| Nigga arm was like a pin cushion
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| Y’all just starting but I been Brooklyn
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| Central Booking '91 in the pen with hoodlums
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| I sit still like I’m Teddy Pendergrass
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| Which pen should I grab?
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| My rhymes is like its portal
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| I can see in the past
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| Some say I’m immortal dark skin with a staff
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| (Hook) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Osirus Eyes , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album The Offering, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп