[Intro: Full Moon (Killah Priest]
Peace Killah Priest (peace, wassup man?)
Chilling baby (I'm with you)
Yo, I wanna know what's going on
Ever since that Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth
I wanna know what you gonna do for us right now
It's been a while baby, we waiting
I've just been chilling, been chilling
(I been in the lab writing and stuff y'know?
I just been on my, y'know, know what I'm saying on some)
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Guns, shootouts and crack sales
Black males who pack jails, trapped in Hell
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by police
This whole week, buildings with no heats
No lights and gas pipes with slow leaks
Dog fights and lowlife throw dice
The whole night thieves creeping in the midnight evenings
We saw through the misty regions
Go to your house, take a vial for the demons
Moonlit, the lunar eclipse
Prophets stand in the midst of the seven candlesticks
I can't take it, beauty that was once sacred
Is now getting facelifts, fake tits
And fake lips, cold embraces
Memory erases, from the slave ships
My princess, I used to spot her from a distance
Holding my infant, burning incense
The moment intent for her to step into my white tents
Now we step in precincts for your ebony prince
The smell of frankincense, once treated like a Pharaoh
With royal apparel, anointed with myrrh and aloe
We used to wallow amongst the mallows
We had herd sheep and cattle, now we battle
Used to pass over brooks of Kidron
Towers of Lebanon, the pool of Gershom
We used to sing songs upon Mount Hebron
How is gold turned to bronze and shhh
How is gold turned to bronze
We was the wisest and the richest, now we turned to snitches
Women turn to bitches, in the time of harvest
We was the smartest, worshipped Wisdom like the Goddess
Now we act retarded, forsook the Wisdom of the Fathers
We used to have a thousand flagons of wine
In Palestine, now we drink Ballentine
And raise up in the violent mind
We used to have a hundred measures of oil
Eighty measures of wheat and barley, we live Godly
Listening to Bob Marley, before the devils robbed me
Chasing us through the African safaris
Peace Killah Priest (peace, wassup man?)
Chilling baby (I'm with you)
Yo, I wanna know what's going on
Ever since that Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth
I wanna know what you gonna do for us right now
It's been a while baby, we waiting
I've just been chilling, been chilling
(I been in the lab writing and stuff y'know?
I just been on my, y'know, know what I'm saying on some)
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Guns, shootouts and crack sales
Black males who pack jails, trapped in Hell
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by police
This whole week, buildings with no heats
No lights and gas pipes with slow leaks
Dog fights and lowlife throw dice
The whole night thieves creeping in the midnight evenings
We saw through the misty regions
Go to your house, take a vial for the demons
Moonlit, the lunar eclipse
Prophets stand in the midst of the seven candlesticks
I can't take it, beauty that was once sacred
Is now getting facelifts, fake tits
And fake lips, cold embraces
Memory erases, from the slave ships
My princess, I used to spot her from a distance
Holding my infant, burning incense
The moment intent for her to step into my white tents
Now we step in precincts for your ebony prince
The smell of frankincense, once treated like a Pharaoh
With royal apparel, anointed with myrrh and aloe
We used to wallow amongst the mallows
We had herd sheep and cattle, now we battle
Used to pass over brooks of Kidron
Towers of Lebanon, the pool of Gershom
We used to sing songs upon Mount Hebron
How is gold turned to bronze and shhh
How is gold turned to bronze
We was the wisest and the richest, now we turned to snitches
Women turn to bitches, in the time of harvest
We was the smartest, worshipped Wisdom like the Goddess
Now we act retarded, forsook the Wisdom of the Fathers
We used to have a thousand flagons of wine
In Palestine, now we drink Ballentine
And raise up in the violent mind
We used to have a hundred measures of oil
Eighty measures of wheat and barley, we live Godly
Listening to Bob Marley, before the devils robbed me
Chasing us through the African safaris
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