Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Lifted , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album The Best Of and A Prelude To The Offering, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопGet Lifted |
| My pad’s an art gallery of harsh reality |
| Pictures of niggaz within the scriptures with the same style as me |
| Christ had his disciples, Priest has his posse |
| But did they swing box cutters in gutters and blow trees in lobby’s? |
| Nah, theres for Bethlehem puff the wild irish grand |
| Till he told him that his hours at hand |
| Fuck that my last suppers at Benny Hanna’s |
| A strip club wit sick thugs throwin plenty dollars |
| Ice chain the Dice game wit the Semi Revolver |
| My passion is of the hood life, gangsters and killers |
| Niggaz represent the struggle sayin Priest we feel ya' |
| These the Paintings of a Saints wings, the Lucifer horns |
| Shootouts and stabbings the youth is all gone (feel me) |
| We get shit lifted niggas |
| Roll a spliff take a sip a the liquor |
| Spark the coke now I’m definately wit’cha |
| We get shit lifted nigga |
| I move through the smog of the city life |
| Blend with the grimy gritty type we make moves at night |
| Got a kite from my scrap he about to touch down |
| We spent a yard up north and walk the block in the town |
| Travel at the speed a sound |
| A moving target’s hard to hit, thats why I keep it moving kid |
| Paint a picture without a brush I put my life on sketch |
| Every line is pain and my love is intricate |
| Drink liquor till the bottle hollow, Thankful to see tomorrow |
| Thankful to see my man we gotta continue the plans |
| Grands upon grands is what we trying to stack |
| And there aint no turning back unless the guns pointed at me |
| Dog I caught a hole in my back |
| I guess thats payback for all the dirt I did in the past |
| I seen life pass before my eyes in a flash |
| I been caged up wishing I could be on the ave |
| I been in a dorm, wishing I could be in the lab |
| My loyalty is priceless, my heart is genuine |
| You gain a driving force if you got me as a friend |
| I blow ganja smoke in the air for all my dead kin |
| And I vow till my boy pow wow will win |
| Tru sippin Liquor again wit the blicker again |
| Fresh out the dugout watch the picture begin |
| On the mound striking em out, snipen em out |
| All the new birds you heard how I’m pipen em out? |
| Born a great, Tru-Mac will storm ya state |
| I ain’t sprung like T-Pain when I fornicate |
| I’m psycho call me Norman Bates |
| Try to Ice Grill me, I’ma fit ya George Foreman plate |
| Quiet down or I"ll cause a Riot now |
| Time to set up shop on the block and tie it down |
| Stacks is flippin, Warning my ratchet spittin |
| On attack for all of you cats thats snitchin |
| My logic’s focused who gossip hopeless |
| Ima stomp on cats, backs like ugh, project roaches |
| Running game like Vince Young through the goaline |
| Killin kids like them dudes in that coal mine |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Killah Priest
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