Observers-Charon Don/Killah Priest

[ti:Observers (Feat. Killah Priest)] [ar:Charon Don/DJ Huggy] [al:Art Of Life] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Observers - Charon Don/Killah Priest [00:03.57]Yea uh huh Charon Don hands down [00:08.21]Uh Killah Priest the iron sheik ni**a [00:10.77]Yo you talking to a serious thug [00:12.98]I get serious love [00:14.28]Even when I stay in the pad [00:15.83]Like period blood experience drugs [00:18.21]Street grudge infamous buzz [00:19.93]Sent from above devils catch infinite slugs [00:22.94]All my rebels came from Zion bang with giants [00:25.59]Made from the same grain that you gave the science [00:28.70]Same all violence maintaining [00:30.38]Same all clients lames deny it [00:32.51]Why you think my brains defy it [00:34.22]Smoking backwoods in the back woods cause I'm that hood [00:37.58]Strap in crack in my back it could crack wood [00:40.65]Take your life like crack could [00:42.57]An epidemic created by your government to get extra spinach [00:46.32]Now I'm stressed to spit it [00:47.92]Collect the check to live it [00:49.29]I'm just blessed never pressed by the press [00:51.53]Or critics never the less [00:52.94]Yo my rep is vivid [00:54.22]Homey left with the best get with it [00:56.52]Before it's too late [00:57.30] [00:57.82]I can either lose fate or choose to wait [01:00.56]Cause the new debate is who will choose your fate [01:02.86] [01:03.43]And poor people don't make the decision [01:05.15] [01:05.79]Poor people just hate to be living [01:07.63] [01:08.72]On the roof puffing cigars look up at the stars [01:11.25]It could be your man f**king your broad [01:12.86]Passing you dust in your car [01:14.33]Calling us the observers [01:15.70] [01:16.44]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [01:18.49]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [01:19.85]On the roof puffing cigars look up at the stars [01:22.65]It could be your man f**king your broad [01:24.27]Passing you dust in your car [01:25.94]Calling us the observers [01:27.21] [01:27.84]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [01:29.65] [01:30.24]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [01:31.43]I lay back shuffling thoughts while puzzling pieces [01:34.33]Guzzling coughs while pressing my features [01:36.53]On my cell hell number reads area code 412 [01:40.70]A message from Charon Priest come through [01:42.90]Wait a minute that's Pittsburgh [01:44.55]Where niggas twist herb and sip suryp [01:46.54]Flip birds and do not disturb on their door [01:49.48]Every lips are heard better observe [01:51.47]If you don't you get your sh*t split on the curb [01:54.37]But I'm from New York where crews talk by who got caught [01:57.04]By cops who got shot for coming a few short [02:00.20]Bosses talk to bosses 'til they're concealed in the coffin [02:03.08]Surrounded by graveyard mud in crucifixes crosses [02:05.83]To my killas in Boston my dealers and Oregon [02:08.68]Hands out for the lord and they reaching for offerings [02:11.70]Angels crouching over us the streets are unable hold us up [02:14.85]We in rat racing and the system is a cobra clutch [02:17.63]Gangsters and killas the strangest of niggas [02:20.09]Brushing shoulders with death and you think he's familiar [02:22.86]To Killah straight shots ak pops [02:25.53]Niggas yell system is hell mirrors held between bars [02:28.69]Nurses putting vaseline on scars in jail [02:31.39]When we hear sirens coming from cars we bail niggas [02:34.53] [02:35.91]Yea Killah Priest ni**a uh Charon the God [02:39.93]On the roof puffing cigars look up at the stars [02:42.70]It could be your man f**king your broad [02:44.37]Passing you dust in your car [02:45.84]Calling us the observers [02:47.29] [02:47.90]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [02:49.71] [02:50.28]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [02:51.46]On the roof puffing cigars look up at the stars [02:54.12]It could be your man f**king your broad [02:55.80]Passing you dust in your car [02:57.19]Calling us the observers [02:58.75] [02:59.34]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [03:01.19] [03:01.77]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [03:02.97]I'm in the alley way sipping Alazay like I'm out L A [03:06.57]And you already know what I'm pulling out this spray [03:08.87] [03:09.41]Like you already know what I'm about to say [03:12.15]When I flow I blow you best get out the way [03:14.93]Like c-4 sisters wanna see more [03:17.51]Ni**a shook like seizures all my triggers seen war [03:20.54]But this ain't gang bang shoot 'em up music [03:22.96]This that p-town d**e-game shoot it up music [03:25.88] [03:26.84]From the burg where dem steelers is deep [03:28.89]On the curb next to killas and freaks [03:30.72] [03:32.46]On the verge I'm ah be killing this beat [03:34.39]Where sermons served from a real Killah Priest [03:36.56]I might in turn kill a Priest [03:38.09]Charon Don is real as he speaks [03:40.19]You as dumb as a blonde [03:41.69]You can't chill wit the Elite [03:43.08]For real I'm so ill I wrote my will before I sleep [03:45.83]Take a pill before I eat [03:47.32]You still ignore the pork and meat [03:48.81]Be the rich at heart built a spliff and spark [03:51.63]Until I get a deal I really can't deal with the charts [03:54.45]I'm in debt if I'm sent the bill I rip it apart [03:57.34]You impressed if I get a mil I'm flipping smart [04:00.18]Take it back to the ghetto where they need it the most [04:02.99]Believe it I mean it I'll leave it for the season old folks [04:05.87]For the needy but never greedy my ingredients wrote [04:08.70]I'll leave it in quotes just so it's not a secrete to most [04:11.61]On the roof puffing cigars look up at the stars [04:14.36]It could be your man f**king your broad [04:15.88]Passing you dust in your car [04:17.22]Calling us the observers [04:18.79] [04:19.44]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [04:21.66]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [04:23.14]On the roof puffing cigars look up at the stars [04:25.75]It could be your man f**king your broad [04:27.29]Passing you dust in your car [04:28.87]Calling us the observers [04:30.31] [04:30.90]Silent weapons for these quiet murders [04:32.68] [04:33.24]Silent weapons for these quiet murders