Salute Killah Priest

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[Verse 1]
Drugs, MAC-10s back then
Gangster poster, a wall of graffing, style wars of rapping
Fur coats, herb smoke, drop the ashes
Play the curb, show the fashion
’88, Scarface tapes
All my apes caught a case, fought the jakes
Doing quarters in the gates due to slaughtering the snakes
The water’s full of hate
Microphone life alone to write his own
Inside the poem Bible’s known
I gather bones of Picasso, broke ‘em up in the bowl
Stole the skeleton of Shakespeare and Da Vinci’s skull
Placed them in the mix then grinded it to a liquor
Drunk it down while spit [?] pictures
Listeners, I turn your dome to theaters
The realest niggas appeal to killers
My brain’s haunted
I got a conscious full of convicts
Inside my brain cell as well I hold my conference

[Hook]
Salute, niggas, I got my finger on the trigger
This the life of antichrist, ice and dark liquors
With no mixtures
Knowing soldiers with you when I hold the pistol
’til God blow the whistle, so official

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