Lyrics Think Priest (Good Thoughts) - Killah Priest

Think Priest (Good Thoughts)

It’s like poison love, cruel deception
Whose direction, fools love affection, Vaccine goo injections
A satellite dish above where pharaoh might sit
Carol with a white pimp, took a sniff of nose candy
Eyes low hoe said those are family
And said she’s chasing the 38 worlds the lord promised her
A lost black girl posing in front of the photographer
Could have been the one in front of the teleprompter
Or exploring our world from helicopters
Now she’s under the care of medical doctors
Savior day saints, latter of prayers, gangster give thanks
Got ‘em out of them stairs, which way is paradise?
The shooter gave him bad advice
A drug user grab the pipes, let his steam dream the promised land
Abandoned angels with harps in their hands
The blind deception of man ‘cause when them drugs go away
He’s still hugging them graves, you’re still rubbing those grays
On your beard, asking God why you’re still here
Your hand print in vomit and beer
Shedding tears 'til they siphon from off your beard
Daddy’s home, come here
Word sincere, my man built on this paragraph
By seeing the spacecraft pass over the city like God’s hand
Just think Priest
Believe in me
Quantum leap with Roman and Moses
Farrakhan speak, a nation that’s the chosen
President’s impeached, he faces the omens
Divine radiance, a pillar of clouds
The streets is the craziest, a killer brought down
Shooting wild, ladies hit, «That dude is a clown»
My man said wiping off the baby shit, «What we do now?»
Abraham never died, it’s about grand entrance and birthright
We lost tribes, double 9s
Bullet proof vests and a cup of wine
I got the word from father divine, the smartest shall shine
The ghetto’s a picture painted by an artist who’s blind
Provocative rhymes, me and Pac is in line
I’m David’s heart and Jesus' flesh and Solomon’s spine
My conscience is accomplice to the secrets of the redeemer
The coffin of Joseph, Imhotep
In depth, come and sit with my soldiers
Just think Priest
Believe in me
I’m a conversator with government crooks, clean brothers with bad looks
Street philosophers, readers of Jacob books
Don’t hang around gossipers, but niggas who can tell if you shook,
ghetto patriarch
The rap thought X7, he break ‘em apart, he sniping their marks
Heard he was a sergeant, silent bullets placed in his heart
Night goggles while they’re sniping up hollows
Better tomorrow, ghetto apostle
Saw the Devil tryna steal god souls
Dark flows show you ghostly as he’s embraced the hands of the presence
Pleasant priest, divine king or shepherd
My homie rest his head on Solomon sentence
Woke up the next day, sparked the L and spoke in godly dimensions
So where we at?
Just think Priest
Believe in me