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To Be King - Killah Priest
Alien abduction crack pipe seduction
His w**d lip proceed
To see sh*t for tellin' what's coming
Malachi York talk see Pale horses runnin'
Gray clouds gather over slave child and master
Dickies cap turn to a crown royal pen fell
Laid down this chapters
Red carpet hurling from God's hands
Out of heaven's projects 900 worlds before me
It's no objects
My six inner eyes foresee so cosmic
My heart beats outside of my chest
To be king these fools be lied on my death
God energy hides in my breath
I spit see divinity colliding with flesh
I speak jewels after diamonds are pressed
Inside my skulls are all the bodies
Of Orion compressed
Now come bless
To be king the child his death his glory
To be king the word of mouth his teks the story
To be king the child his death his glory
To be king the word of mouth his teks the story
My bars artery bleeds photography
See the artistry in galleries
Of galaxies and odyssey
Unroll the scrolls of dark prophecies
On top of black gothic pew
Reporting crimes that shift the globe
Priest the fallen rise his Book of Job
They said toxins finally took his toll
But look behold
I take you on a Brooklyn stroll
A street kid to a king in robe
Since a shorty throwin' dreams I hold
I'm having strange diagnoses
When I'm writing hopeless
I focus rhymes are ** potion potent
I fill my blood with a dosage
I see cop cars clapping at convicts in hot pursuits
Niggas shooting burners and hiring prostitute
High heels dark corners Timb boots
Dealer with lots of loot
Demon in amour suits
Houses barnyards fill with militia groups
I also see a thousand palaces in the sky
My third-eye unchain a phoenix bird fly
I see hundred of prophets in my conscious
Reaching for my palm thru a fence
Than read the psalm you a prince
To be king the child his death his glory
To be king the word of mouth his teks the story
To be king the child his death his glory
To be king the word of mouth his teks the story
My rap's bad poof for baptizing gangstas as old school
Niggas and killas rocking gold jewels
Visual pro-tools tryptamine sixteen
Xanax hands a sketch orbit trip
Hieroglyphs across ya eye lids screens
Livest kings rise of the machine
The manatees gold body
Volts run thru us Pope's Godly
His heart beats like God walk thru the streets
The three Killah P trilogy
Stoneheart of Mozart flow's dark
Blows wizardry gold frames
Flow on the stained glasses break it into fragments
On this canvas from the carving of the dragon
Blasting the futuristic model magnum
The hollow's atom the Red Sea under red sky
The Blood King Young Jedi
The fire and the blood rise
Shoot outs his eyes and his mouth
Devour all
Power fall from the outer laws of the universe
I shoot a verse bring down his walls
Spread the flower for his morgue
