Mystic City Killah Priest (Ft. Antonio Chance)

[Hook: Shanghai the Messenger (Killah Priest)]
After the storm (What's deal god, I heard you got some)
After the storm (Bad news about Killah Priest, ya know)
After the storm (Out here, right now it's madness)
Where do we go from here (Things going on, word, shooting up)
After the storm is clear (Lot of cops, ya know what I'm saying)
Where do we go from here (It's madness that's going on in the)
After the storm is clear... (World today, so what I've gotta do is)
(Open up my mind, and then try to, ya)
(Know, take it from there, from what I)
(Can build, ya know what I'm saying?)
('Cause, ain't nobody gonna, nobody gonna)
(Look out for me...)
It's the end of the road, It's like the red moon over Tibet

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Theory of the 12 Monkeys, slept in this Cold War hungry
We kill over blood money, the cops seem to think it's funny
We murder over pennies and crumbs
Plenty of guns, crammed in the city slums
The man pity none for this next millennium
Kids starving when they breathe, you can see their kidneys and lungs
They left blind, skinny and dumb
Sights far from a pretty one, praying to God, when will he come?
But half of my crew is atheists
While the other half's waiting on a spaceship, I can't take it
Screaming, "Life is what you make it!", so called fake-friends
They all snakes in the end
Tryna to hide their face, tryna blend one mistake, I see them grin
Tryna say we of the same kin because we have the same skin
I live amongst the unholy, we all roll weed
Thick as Jamaican roadies until the Lord scold me
And told me, "You'll be my next Moses
Go save the hopeless and the homeless"
With eviction notice arrive like the infant Joseph
With a grudge to Caesar like the Blood of Jesus
I told the Judge, "They don't love us, we don't love 'em either"
My sword would drink the blood of an unbeliever
My sword would drink the blood of an unbeliever
My sword would drink the blood of an unbeliever
My sword would drink the blood of an unbeliever