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highpriest187 - dungeon lyrics

[intro]
grew up in the sticks, still duckin from the 5-o
aged 17, i might of moved about 5 os
at age 18, we had that line h-lla live-o
but at aged 19, i was wasting my time bro

[hook 1]
at 20, i needed new vision
so sus took me to spray bars with vision
i dont wanna be like old friends stuck in the prison
its time to rethink my mission

yeah it big priest im coming straight out of the dungeon
with a cloud of smoke that’s just far two pungent
bag of schemes in the pad, flows there abundant
when i touch the mic i turn the crowd into gunman

[verse 1]
let me tell them how it is
ive been writing bars ever since i was kid
skipping school on the salts, billin big spliffs
hands where dirty from the sandstone as i scrambled on the cliff
but now
i got gully little priestess
so i like to smoke more and i beef less
don’t try and gas up your life, na you ant seen stress
night shift, zipping up bags like a seamstress
im sh-lly like the seaside
got them going mad from your ends to these sides
got them all buzzin like ive just kicked the beehive
dont try and draw that zute because that weeds mine

[2nd hook]
im quick like the wind, with the temper of the sea
im deep like the ocean, and im wavey like the beach
im strong like a oak, my root run deep
im roughcut like the mountains, i stay high like the peaks

its big priest coming straight out of the dungeon
with a cloud of smoke that’s just far two pungent
bag of schemes in the pad, flows there abundant
when i touch the mic i turn the crowd into gunman

[verse 2]
mans all torn and savaged, bare brain damaged
the ends got ravaged, sense had vanished
minds gone manic but man still managed
cause out in the field i stand strong like matić
south so active, it barks like mastiff
burnt to ashes, far from placid
never went cl-sses, mans no captive
f-ck there taxes, fake and plastic

i know tactics, strength in m-sses
i know real pain fam in caskets
i know trapyard food in baskets
roughneck a real rascal like raskit
im a real rascal start blastin
and ive dun the dance with just chanting
my flow got the whole crowd dancing
ive got bars from rye town to barking

[bridge]
beef?
dem man there, there not greaze
no way
about grief
over them we won’t lose no sleep
and again
heard they want beef
but dem man there, there not greaze
no no
about grief
over them we won’t lose no sleep

[verse 3]
dem manna touch powder
so they’ll get devoured
them man ant got them man ant got
them man ant got powers
them man ant got vibes
na they dont wanna war with the tribe
said blud, you are not that guy
na they dont wanna ramp with the i

[hook]
its big priest coming straight out of the dungeon
with a cloud of smoke that’s just far two pungent
bag of schemes in the pad, flows there abundant
when i touch the mic i turn the crowd into gunman

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