Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Revisited , by - Killah Priest. Release date: 26.06.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Revisited |
| Yeah… yeah, Priesthood |
| Uh, Get Large Productions |
| Revisited, son, yo, self destruction |
| It go |
| Look at my life, Brooklyn’s my wife |
| Close that it’s tight, in the bullpens I write, so/yo |
| They say Heavy Mental is a classic |
| My pen’ll draw graphic, backwards, thinking |
| Drinkin', the ink pen rap kid |
| Clap ya’ll rappers to the point of extinction |
| Relax and listen, the flow is like hydro |
| And hell is slow, puffin' out your nose |
| Creatin' fogs of old school flicks, I do this for kids |
| My music, my gift, broken ghettos and harsh reality |
| Made me thorough, my art gallery, nine uncles |
| I flunked school, robbin', rope chains, the street have no name |
| Fiends that preach the dope game |
| Deep like the blood of my nephew, soaked in the streets |
| I heard it scream through the concrete, rest in peace |
| This last release, the flesh that eat, want me |
| The pen comes to me, I open my books, like scrolls of Moses |
| I look, I see skulls and ghosts |
| I shook, the Bible, I wrote it with hooks, come on |
| The pen, the pad, the friends I had |
| To the live it ends in vag', it’s like grin to a laugh |
| To wild outrageous, and then I’m mad |
| To a face that show expression, depression, begin to look sad |
| The tears come out, it’s weird, I dumb out, pretend to be glad |
| Cigarette on my lips, I don’t even smoke |
| I leave that to Kruger, I gotta stay afloat |
| Watch the way we maneuver |
| Peace to Tutta, held me down in Cali |
| I see the future, flee from troopers |
| Revolutionary blood, sweat and tears, obsessin' with fears |
| Paranoia, got me needing more lawyers |
| Got me reachin' for guns, see I’m comin' for ya |
| Hold up, I stargaze, into God’s face |
| Embrace Allah’s grace, sun and moon, star gates |
| Space, is my place of birth, made my way into the Earth |
| Came to the lunars of kings, held coins with wings, come on |
| I gave ya’ll, all of my Views of Masada, the drama |
| Here’s the clue, Proverbs, Priesthood, dons like Clint Eastwood |
| Black August, join the shortage |
| A rap athormesis, but that got restarted |
| So I Revisit ya’ll, with more of the God, that roar in they heart |
| Yo, Priest, you still hustle, Priest, you still struggle |
| Priest, you still bubble, them streets is still trouble |
| Them thieves will cuff you, lock you up in pens with men |
| That couple, friends will cut you |
| Poor education, the ghetto is hell |
| Heaven is Park Ave., the system is jail, religion wears a dark mask |
| Worn by faces, wind up in newspapers |
| A true gangsta, til the wheels fall off and the gats is on E |
| Two gats is on me |
| I kick open the door, take the whole pieces of war |
| Like Larry Davis, fuck this world, I break out ya’ll cages |