[Killah Priest]
Dissolving, my pulse beat low
My eyes shut, my ghost released from the globe, cold
The Most High saw the beast covered in gold
It had fangs that hang, the image is the government mould
Out of the flesh of Malcolm X, the carcass of Martin
Sky darken, his army marching with the heart of Johnny Cochran
Pardon, read the eulogy of Huey P
Many would look, few would see
The Conquistadors came from Spain
The same place of the black featured Moors
Even Cesare Borgia, Shakespeare, late Ramirez
The great atmosphere has erased the famous ancient writers
Replaced it with white skin, the renaissance sees the privilege of the arts
I spit truth, subconsciously sit with the youth
Projects is just a pigeon coop
Try to get fly, twist the sky, let it rain on the earth
Persian wicked Albert out of all his ___
Brainwash him with the same toxin
The novocaine, no oxygen
We die slow, hope we can make it to the seventh trumpet
The Second Coming, death summon
I __ with the woman, the mother of mothers
Priest is the brother of brothers, whether a castle or gutter
Tattoo will scuffed up, it's all butter
