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