Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Royal Priesthood, artist - Killah Priest. Album song Priesthood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Royal Priesthood |
Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal Emperor |
In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things |
Yo, yo, yo I write the realest, only my true niggas will feel it Though I’m not with you now, let’s connect in our spirit |
Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the dark |
Let’s share our pain, my niggas bring me close to your heart |
So the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars |
Through the ink that I write in each bar |
Show the soul as we share our most inner thoughts |
Cuz I heard God listened once sin is taught |
Beginners walk through my hood and I show you my struggle |
Then we walk through your hood and you show me your hustle |
Plus those marks on your wrists, it’s where the cops had cuffed you |
Hard luck too? |
Well me too, screaming peoples |
Let’s make a peace truce, unify all of the gangs |
No quarrels between us, you and I is the same |
As we build on a higher plain, |
Like pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to explain |
Come on! |
All praise is due to man, woman and child |
To the monuments that stand at the top of the Nile |
Let everything that have breath in it, give praise |
To all my homies in the struggle, get paid |
When will they profit? |
The game is where I loose my soul |
How many options did I have before I choose this roll? |
Let’s see, what did spark it? |
Fuck school and hoes |
Live in the projects, never rocked the newest clothes |
It’s psychologic, somehow it seems foolish though |
From my pockets, only love for jewels and dough |
Catastrophic, the walls came closing in On all sides, the pressure expose the gem |
A war cry was the breath I was holding in A poor scribe dopest as the golden pen |
Called wise, blessed among the chosen men |
The lost tribe, my words were woven in Each line like words I was sewing with |
I sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a grip |
Flows I spit, shows I rip, that’s showmanship |
Tell the maid from the robes I fit |
A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse |
A passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt |
Candles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hit |
There’s the phantom, the mummy stands at the cliff |
Aztec Indians studying my sanscript |
Puffing peace pipes, Priest gets deep when he writes |
Bars are mystic, written like Horror-glyphics |
I made it hard for critics to follow my lyrics |
Come on! |
Uh huh, Feel it, where’s the troubles at? |
Royal priesthood, Emperor’s music |
Anybody try to break us up, man, they get the curse of King Tut |
Proverbs forever, ugh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh |
Maccabees, Sunz of Man, yeah the whole thing yeah |