Pages Of Life RimeS (Ft. Killah Priest)

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[Verse 1]
They all thought it wasn't possible
Until I brought the first chronicle
[?]
Words anatomical
Essence from adolescence
Spitin' the rap sessions
Giving chrome mics a blessin'
All types of stress in our days
I remains in this hip hop game
For much more than just the fame
Against the grain, focus my aim
Since the day, used to step on stage
Rock spots and never paid
I contest I gave my displays [?] niggas
And not winnin', cause we weren't R&B singers
Strictly for the digits cold cats be comin' in this
For the raps about gats and smoking trees as an image



[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
Poverty stricken, robberiеs and gun clickin'
Forever burnin' in this furnace of affliction
Ovеrdose and drug addictions
Thugs judged by the system
They suck the blood of the victims
[?] religions
Savages trapped in prison
Tryna adapt the wisdom
They sit back and listen
To the old-timers
[?]
Bullets claim the lives of minors
The unaffectionate, the [?]
The wasteland, I live amongst the desolate
Faces, expresses of hunger
And desperate, the death wish
The mothership's comin'
Lights flashin' over London
Deep within the darkest dungeons
We overwatch [?] roll with cops
Shootouts in front of local spots
Even TVs takin' photoshots