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Killah Priest
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Murdah Murdah At Dawn
(Priest talking)
Whaddup Woool?
Yeah, they don't know nuttin bout this war shit
It's Priest nigga! Woool whaddup?
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(Killah Priest)
Test 'em, tear drops, violent times of war
Hell or love? Bones crush silently
Flesh pierced from swords
Heads roll over rose peddles
Horse stands on hind legs
Here come the hero, old rebels comin' brigades
Nine sprayed their champagne bottles
The boy-man the slave follows
Cartels wave the ammo
New Angles hollows
Apostles drop the wood floors
The rope on the neck stop, they fall
Victory for all
The gull, whorish harlots
Above the stars zips
I pan down to the projects
A murdah in progress, it's heartless
Words bounce off the tongue, unload the cartridge
Monsters, the widow beats on they chest
Weaves those killers from the worlds beyond the flesh
Statue stands naked, a ball in his palm
Over the pawn, the silencers whisper murdah at dawn
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(Hook)
It goes murdah murdah, kill kill kill
Suicide notes, lines of coke in the bill
Street life, live like a warrior, grab the steel
But know that the gods always build
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(Killah Priest)
Posted up attractable niggas
Durable guns like action figures
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Wit threats that's loose on they tongues
Destruction with long strath that hang
Gats in they pants
With a stance like they belong in the frame
Eyes scrollin' up the blocks lookin' for cops
Wild niggas holdin' their glocks
Gamblin' niggas blowin' they guap
Smart niggas know when to stop
Rechargeable niggas poppin' up after some years
Did five in the tier
Strong words he let it hold in the air
So many menus of holes he been through
Streets continues
Just some jewels for your mental
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(Hook)
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(Killah Priest)
Amongst a heart that holds cold of larcenies
Arms that squeeze
Cat-scans and different brands of weed
Gangstas paradise, palms of green
Investigate a murdah weapon
Detective burn his injection
Infected the hood with wide spectrum
No suspects, the rest, just the blood on the dress
Polygraph, analysts took the handprints of death
Lie detectors, scanners in the eye retina
Shootouts with cops fleeing wit the cash register
Clouds of letters spell WAR
Bullets shatter the arm
Gunmen lingers, the hood looks like the battle in Nam
Priest look like the Pharaoh turned God
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(Hook)
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