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killah priest – birds lyrics

life in the ghetto shouldn’t be so rough
shouldn’t be so rough
shouldn’t be so rough
shouldn’t be so rough

[verse 1: k!llah priest]
call me priest adamis, of we chronic
urban turban fatigue for garmetns
versions old and new testaments is dead presidents
underworld coke measurements with whole evidence
from forensic teams, lap test, access, gas press within his jeans
sister screams behind the black desk, mardi gras mass of death
party hard laugh couldn’t catch his breath
the mind that manipulated the world
the nine and nickel plated will hurl bullet
ricochet through his girl, the great harlot
and used money in the men, the souls for scarlet
same b+tch that put my head for target
two sks under my armpit
from the pyramid projects, ganja gates is in profits
street parables search for the pharaoh’s tomb

[verse 2: ?]
gallop with speed stress i bre tell them
words develop from ped of speech
thunder clap when i mentioning the beast, not and priest
know if god throw it out believe the devil retrieves
seeing whips i used to envy before sale signs
even kings get their plans revised playing demise
watch for signs ’cause it ain’t a disguise
yeah you got two faces only once at the eyes
and now you got 10 paces make the most of your time
note in this prime divine design serious lines
got the crew sitting laughing at ridiculous death threats
it’s all on voicemail i ain’t seen death yet
got hater upon hater lines up at the gate boy
but all they do is watch ain’t no motherf+cker making noise
my mama asked me if i keep the hammer ready
pops tell me keep it steady, banging in their body plenty
let’s get ill
[verse 3: ?]
man from the bottom to the top yall the game for real
the pain is real we walking through the flames for real
i’m from here n+ggas soul dope that their mothers to pay bills
trying to make a better life, many n+ggas lay still
it’s death before the son of we ain’t starving no
more so take a lesson from leave your heart at the door
or one thrust from a katana put your heart on the floor
every ghetto be a psalm, it’s the heart of the war
dead man live spirits on embalming fluid
when cloud hopping on your journey put your all into it
’cause the real ride for it, many even died for it
or should i say reborn from their lives of torment
the air that we breath scorches
inhale and exhale the smell of dead corpses from lead horses
wars of religion, muslim to christian
k!lling over lamb for all the abraham children

- killah priest lyrics

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