Birds Killah Priest (Ft. Jay Notes & Redd Mudd)
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Life in the ghetto shouldn't be so rough
Shouldn't be so rough
Shouldn't be so rough
Shouldn't be so rough
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Call me Priest Adamis, of weed chronic
Urban turban fatigue for garments
Versions Old and New Testaments is Dead Presidents
Underworld coke measurements with whole evidence
From forensic teams, lap test, access, gas press within his jeans
Sister screams behind the black desk, Mardi Gras mass of death
Party hard laugh couldn't catch his breath
The mind that manipulated the world
The nine and nickel plated will hurl bullet
Ricochet through his girl, the great harlot
And used money in the men, the souls for scarlet
Same bitch that put my head for target
Two SKs under my armpit
From the pyramid projects, ganja gates is in profits
Street Parables search for the pharaoh's tomb
[Verse 2: ?]
Gallop with speed stress I bre tell them
Words develop from ped of speech
Thunder clap when I mentioning the Beast, not and Priest
Know if God throw it out believe the devil retrieves
Seeing whips I used to envy before sale signs
Even Kings get their plans revised playing demise
Watch for signs 'cause it ain't a disguise
Yeah you got two faces only once at the eyes
And now you got 10 Paces make the most of your time
Note in this Prime Divine design serious lines
Got the crew sitting laughing at ridiculous death threats
It's all on voicemail I ain't seen death yet
Got hater upon hater lines up at the gate boy
But all they do is watch ain't no motherfucker making noise
My mama asked me if I keep the hammer ready
Pops tell me keep it steady, banging in their body plenty
Let's get ill
Shouldn't be so rough
Shouldn't be so rough
Shouldn't be so rough
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Call me Priest Adamis, of weed chronic
Urban turban fatigue for garments
Versions Old and New Testaments is Dead Presidents
Underworld coke measurements with whole evidence
From forensic teams, lap test, access, gas press within his jeans
Sister screams behind the black desk, Mardi Gras mass of death
Party hard laugh couldn't catch his breath
The mind that manipulated the world
The nine and nickel plated will hurl bullet
Ricochet through his girl, the great harlot
And used money in the men, the souls for scarlet
Same bitch that put my head for target
Two SKs under my armpit
From the pyramid projects, ganja gates is in profits
Street Parables search for the pharaoh's tomb
[Verse 2: ?]
Gallop with speed stress I bre tell them
Words develop from ped of speech
Thunder clap when I mentioning the Beast, not and Priest
Know if God throw it out believe the devil retrieves
Seeing whips I used to envy before sale signs
Even Kings get their plans revised playing demise
Watch for signs 'cause it ain't a disguise
Yeah you got two faces only once at the eyes
And now you got 10 Paces make the most of your time
Note in this Prime Divine design serious lines
Got the crew sitting laughing at ridiculous death threats
It's all on voicemail I ain't seen death yet
Got hater upon hater lines up at the gate boy
But all they do is watch ain't no motherfucker making noise
My mama asked me if I keep the hammer ready
Pops tell me keep it steady, banging in their body plenty
Let's get ill
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