
Ghost of Hammurabi Killah Priest
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[Intro]
Alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune
With sparkling crystal souls aglow
A part of thee in the key of what we know to be
Every part without me
Knows only two can make it light
You'll live forever tonight
[Verse 1]
Master of the ceremony
Cerebellum cherub era
Egyptian wing scarab
The king of terror
The god seen in my mirror
I sit between the Tigris and the Euphrates River
It’s the timing and the rhyming that made me a killah
The name Priest camе from the technique
From using scripturе over fresh beats
That you can picture like the Aquarius
Boil at 120 celsius
To pour all over the areas
While walking my feet transform into chariots
The Pumas leaped off, pulling me into the fullest emcee
Fast as a bullet
"The last of Brooklyn," the bulletin reads
The best of the last
How you gonna school the upperclass?
Soon as my pen touch the pad, y’all rappers gonna suffer bad
Outta touch ‘cause y’all want the bag
Just look me up
It’s King Tut in a mask
Holding a golden asp
I arose whenever asked to reclaim my identity and stolen past
From frozen to molten to gas
At last
Alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune
With sparkling crystal souls aglow
A part of thee in the key of what we know to be
Every part without me
Knows only two can make it light
You'll live forever tonight
[Verse 1]
Master of the ceremony
Cerebellum cherub era
Egyptian wing scarab
The king of terror
The god seen in my mirror
I sit between the Tigris and the Euphrates River
It’s the timing and the rhyming that made me a killah
The name Priest camе from the technique
From using scripturе over fresh beats
That you can picture like the Aquarius
Boil at 120 celsius
To pour all over the areas
While walking my feet transform into chariots
The Pumas leaped off, pulling me into the fullest emcee
Fast as a bullet
"The last of Brooklyn," the bulletin reads
The best of the last
How you gonna school the upperclass?
Soon as my pen touch the pad, y’all rappers gonna suffer bad
Outta touch ‘cause y’all want the bag
Just look me up
It’s King Tut in a mask
Holding a golden asp
I arose whenever asked to reclaim my identity and stolen past
From frozen to molten to gas
At last
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