[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
The spoken legacy
Rhymin' is divine when this happening
Approach my destiny
Shinin' the climate is deadly(?)
Rained on me heavy
I prayed in the cave 'til I ready
Face was sweaty, nails dirty, tongue thirsty
No one heard me, unworthy, I still got mercy
Trapped in this place where's murky
Shallow and humid, survive by no human
Amongst the foolish, or unfinished temples and the oldest ruins
Ancient symbols in the oldest museums
Walk across (?), like the part of the clouds
Reached out grabbin' like two hands
The area shook, I burry the books
And we had having a look(?)
We see the name that was written by flames
That's for bit in the change of him in prison in change
But now resent, I forgivin' the game
They'll be not forigivin'
Priest a living king
[Scratch: GZA]
Microphone psycho, there's no escaping
Who flips the mic so well?
Once my blade starts scrapin'
The spoken legacy
Rhymin' is divine when this happening
Approach my destiny
Shinin' the climate is deadly(?)
Rained on me heavy
I prayed in the cave 'til I ready
Face was sweaty, nails dirty, tongue thirsty
No one heard me, unworthy, I still got mercy
Trapped in this place where's murky
Shallow and humid, survive by no human
Amongst the foolish, or unfinished temples and the oldest ruins
Ancient symbols in the oldest museums
Walk across (?), like the part of the clouds
Reached out grabbin' like two hands
The area shook, I burry the books
And we had having a look(?)
We see the name that was written by flames
That's for bit in the change of him in prison in change
But now resent, I forgivin' the game
They'll be not forigivin'
Priest a living king
[Scratch: GZA]
Microphone psycho, there's no escaping
Who flips the mic so well?
Once my blade starts scrapin'
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