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(feat. Hell Razah) [talking: Priest] He rules in the neighborhood he rules [talking: Kids] Huh try on your robe man yea it fits it fits me too I like this "Emperor" huh priesthood The offering is now brung to 'em Show us how you do this talent (what the fuck is this) It's like this look Nonchalantly I plant the words in the brain like ganja seeds Horizontally the way I write Gandhi Beneath a palm tree's calm breeze Like the summer in the late 40s before the mob kick in the door Of the Don squeezing automatic tommys a blaze of glory That's how he lays a lamp shade Duke Ellington played The screen start to fade cut end the story (cut, cut, cut) Yo the next one opens up soda cups A bottle of grey goose in a room full of applejacks hats Cock ace deuce sam remo laced boots tapping the floor A lit cigar goons got my pops liemmed up with gats to his jaw He said "where is the child that said to come from the Nile Now in the PJs" he paused and freebased did a line (snnnniff) "Not to be sublime but the kid is ahead of his time He turns Kool Aid into red wine Letras de cancionesBesides that he professes He should be the next king of BK (sniff) Besides KANE BIG and JAY GZA was underrated but still The word from the genius was the best stated" I ain't scared to say it back in the day we had groups Like the DIS MASTERS rest in peace MIKE SKI Part time hustler ruled to me DIVINE SOUNDS DISCO RICHE and SHELDON DEE I take it back what people do for money Money money money the offering [Hook x2: Razah] Pay your tithes and your offerings This goes out to my niggas in them closed coffins O Gs who was coke snorting on death row Dead men walking and them mothers never had abortions I come to bring y'all ass whippings Rappers this y'all disaster As it's written he is risen with mac slugs AK shells a mask and gloves They made their Hell A basket thug and hollowed be thy tip Anoint your forehead and empty a clip For the average y'all spit And I hold my pen like a syringe Inject my paper with the thoughts of a gangster Scene 3 Bullets sail threw his Tuxedo He fall for dead in the corner of the cathedral Doves flock to the ceiling chirping The murder of the godfather It's just my version a tied turban Rest on the god's dome Science study the structures of my jaw bone It's similar to the great pharaohs But I dealt with the streets and space travel Big Priest from the ace apple [Hook x2: Razah] [Talking:] See the offering is pureness straight up hip hop That's what I'm giving you know (Yo hold up man yo priest what happen to peace) O o yea peace peace peace peace peace Words of the don Leo Angel From Letras Mania