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killah priest & true master - from babylon to louisiana lyrics

the moor from berber
the prince of persia
a stench of murder
the war observer so i’m lynch a herder
blood wrench from a lurker
took a risk when he heard her
her neck in his grip then he jerked her
whispered pagan prayers
then let her go down the stairs
curtains blew everywhere
he hurried through the night air
lights flare from the watchtower
search team with rottweilers
kings that got power from queens that drop flowers
screams grew a lot louder
he schemes as the fox prowl
caught him on the trail
lift the veil, tried to impale, it didn’t go well, they both fell
grabbed his coattail
as the moon swell in the open sky
the ocean is an eye, saw blue whales
from mountain high the falcon glide
above the island tribes
[?] smiling as [?]
my morph his cloth, he fell to his own demise where all is lost
this h+ll has thrones inside
his flesh and bones collected by the tide
sand wet with foam, bubbles ’til it dry
the morning comes, the sky’s lit with the sun
his the earth kingdom
full 360 it spun
prince amongst the living ones, children would run
sit down and listen stunned how his mission was won
he said, “the night before, i had dreams of being betrayed by the god
they consulted on a plan, i prayed on it hard
by day i cannot rest
by night there is no peace
i spoke to n0bles, the wis+m+n and the holy priest
they told me it was grief
‘show me to my sleep’
i slowly went in deep
there [?]
awaken with torn sheets
wrestled with devils and leveled his armies
the calm leak was brief
too tense to speak
i turned the other cheek after i murdered his elite”
i’m the canaanite king with babylonian wing
my battles holy supreme
arrows unloaded on your team
as i swing the axe
all our kings are black
i’m the murderer of merkabah on bow and worshipper
soap book and interpreter
swear before night
we are pure light
we absorb sight
we the tall+less height
we are called the brights
we’re social culture
as the day fall to his closure
like a retrograde turning off his motor
and the earth shadow is in full exposure
two hundred thousand rays of light slightly beige/white
silvery dark grays overtake the third boulder
the land of kings and gods and the heavens are now lowered
talk to ‘em, priest
full fortress, they ride on horses and k!ll with soldiers
the greed of man
the seed of d+mn
for we are the i am
back when africa was a tropical rainforest
the tyrannosaurus, the planet’s purest
went from combat with hands to swordsmen to cannons for warring
check the canyons for drawings
famine major land the poorest
unknown forces
the first books was just talking
then man found a way to record it in ancient sumeria
they found records of schools and [?]
tools they used for screws and sawing
back when the natives first saw new orleans

- killah priest true master lyrics

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