Goodbye-Killah Priest/Solstice

Uh. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the house, SoulStice We gon' do this, stay focused Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh Yeah. yeah, yo, yo The mouth and tongue of Malcolm Tellin' my publicist, f**k this government Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment Vacate the island, billions will start wildin' The feelin' of violence will have trillions in silence Or watchin' the news, Arabs against Jews They bombin' the schools, political fools Liberal move, is all confused, gun users Instead of peace talk, f**k this world I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow Babylon Fuck this world, that's why we carry on By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L. No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra' This be the days of terror. SoulStice Oh shit, amazin' grace, how sweet the sound Savin' slaves, another body found Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep We make heat instead of peace Struggle to heat, and breathe On Shiek metal swords before we eat To teach, shake my head in disbelief 41 shots, a young brotha deceased Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace? So f**k the police, listen, I walk with P. Ignorance leakes like back streets of sickness Or disease, and our weakness, we bleed Deceive to believe in this modern Eden, we thieve Conceive through this belly, we beasts Ninety thieves stalk woods for Priest Leave out this laws of Camenites We strive to rise like height But through hate we over-weigh our fate And fall like meteorite, to spread the self-sacrifice Instill like these parasites, in drug bites Prescribe a mind of 360 degree fahrenheit In the dark like midnight, these words I recite I once was blind but now I. See the light. Freedom fights in prison, sprung from religion Taught by elders, the system failed us, no one to help us Priest is, withstanding Priestess, but stand on thrones judgin' Egypt Peep the eclipse, the shadows cover the moon The Devils govern the fools, they stubborn as Jews Pearls before swine, I quiz them, they need more time Seek the wisdom, free your mind From the cobras, it's Priest and SoulStice We came to teach the culture We can stand the heat like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers We more than rappers, we the masters Even after. World War 3, the war of intelligence The court, self-defence is common sense Third corridors and drug stores Immensely spokes and leave scars of no evidence Dense minds outlined in chalk, the refined walk Can rise again like cocks, a ressurection at box Religious, intervenous, take my name in vain Clinically insane, hold secrets Mentally slain for their repentance by the government Hold the third commandment, who's the man sent? Modern Lazurus, hands wake the nation It's revelations, I'm takin' medication, my head is achin' I've been by a weapon since the 11th Stars and stripes vs. a star and crescent God's blessin', be a soldier, I gotta speak out on Oprah I'm Under Siege, I grab my gun and fatigues Plead my woman and seeds, hundreds shall bleed I speak blunted from weed Do y'all really want peace or y'all wanna see war? Crates of candles on crates of C4 Why they rich and why we poor? If he Jacob do that make him Esaw? Is Colin Powell really Bush as Igor? Why did terrorist attack the entire Eastern seaboard? Who taught the men to kill theyselves? They're received Allah's rewards, we need to read more Priest, I rap with razor blades on the side of each jaw In the millenium, war against Palestinians A century is done, plenty of guns Plenty of bombs, many shall come And my name, a homeless man ridin' a train Day and night, leavin' my head with migraines It's the atomic age, we either smokin' chronic or sage The blood of Jesus, Decepti-concept Martin Luther King had a dream Gun shots create a smokescreen We throw on concrete, I wear a bandana like the Panthers Back to court with my handgun It's real as the masonic seal on a dollar bill Conspiracy theories that got Kennedy killed Or the secret governments, Blood and Crip Worldwide, look at the future through your third eye GoodBye.