| A wise man will hear and increase learnings
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| And a man of understanding will obtain wise council
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| To understand a proverb individually
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| The words of the wise and the riddles
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| The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge
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| But fools despise the wisdom and instruction
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| Heed the instructions of your father
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| And do not foresake the law of your mother
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| For they will be graceful way beyond your head
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| And chains about your neck
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| Worldwide, look
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| All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy’s frame
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| Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs
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| Got two glock nines and I fill them with slugs
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| Call me Saint Valentine, cuz when I kill 'em, it’s love
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| Say my name, Masada, life full of pain and drama
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| Bloodstains and horror, here my voice out the Hell flames, I hollar
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| I write with the pen of the reaper, stare in my eyes
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| Look deeper, now turn into stone, it’s Medusa
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| Reduce your flesh into bones, prey upon your dead meat like a vulture
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| Dig out your eyes, send your soul to Hell
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| While your body is covered in flies
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| Spazz like John the Revelator trippin off of acid
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| The desperate man with a handful of Tarrots
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| I’m the ghost of Mozart, possessed my arm
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| The blood of Tupac drip from the pen in my palm
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| Stain the paper, swirl it around, see the vision
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| A thousand profits locked in prison
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| Free 'em all with the rhyme, short sentence
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| Unlock 'em from my brain cells, plague the Earth
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| 40 nights of rain and Hell, Masada, spell my name in braille
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| He who despises the Lord will destroyed
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| but he who fears the coming will be rewarded
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| The law of the wise is the foundation of life
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| To turn one away from the spirits of death
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| Poverty and shame will come to him who withstands correction
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| But he will dodge a refute will be honored
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| He who walks with wise men will be wise
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| But the companion of fools will be destroyed
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| I post up in front of the world, witness my pearls
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| Unleashin the masterpiece, actions twirl
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| Like a twister, the riddler, picture my moment
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| Filling scriptures with my niggaz
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| I pour the liquor on my own, trick!
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| Bullshit, until the apocalypse hit
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| Laughin with the angels, just watchin the shit
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| Hands out your pockets bitch, the glock’ll spit
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| Leave the Earth in turmoil when I’m poppin’clips
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| Kill the devil, I’m the rebel lost in the streets
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| My only fears is when I sleep, I’ll be tossin’deep
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| Or if the woman in my arms think of crossin the Priest
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| Proverbs, God words, nigga I’m talkin’to thee
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| Let’s reverse the way of the righteousness
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| In the midst of a passive justice
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| I can establish the everlasting from the beginning
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| Before there was ever an Earth
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| Blessed is the man who listens to me Watching daily at my gates waiting at the posts of my doors
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| For who shall revise me for his life and obtains favor from the Lord
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| But he who sins against me warrants his own soul
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| And all those who hate me love death
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| Telekinesis, I see through dreams
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| A conqueror of all world like the Hebrew kings
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| I’m David, reincarnated over again
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| A gladiator of the universe, a soldier of men
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| A warlord across the field, returnin from battle
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| With blood upon my shield with an arm full of arrows
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| I’m a warrior, elephants kneels as I pass
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| Holdin skeletons of the soldiers that I killed in my path
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| With the heads of their leaders still in my hands
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| Hold it up, lightnin strikes, brightens the night
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| Turn my hair whitened like Christ then flash out of sight
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| Head back to the cemetary, my job is done
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| Volume one, Priest, part two is when God will come
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| Read
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| Choices of wickedness brought me nothing
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| But righteousness delivered from death
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| The Lord will not soften a soul from righteous to fairest
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| For he casts away the substance of the wicked
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| That’s right, we destroy all ya’ll punks
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| This is proverbs, Priesthood (Priesthood) |