[Intro: Killah Priest]
Do you know +The Color of Murder+
Do you understand what +The Color of Murder+ is?
(You'll be written out the will of...)
It's what I write, this is Priesthood
Neo... You know, Angel of...
[Killah Priest]
Yo, my name bleeds fatigue on paper
Place it on gangstas, beneath light poles
I write strolls of hood tales
But tight flows, a blood trail of ink
I dreamt of rhymes and crayons, color to spray on
Brothers my rap is like drawn book of crust
Sing along with covers, made from concrete
Open and it deciphers, I paid flows
As they come off the Prophet tongue
I rock a King's robe, holdin' my papa's gun
My metaphor's hard like the feathers on thorn
Helmet, it's Leo' Di's letter, dawg
Rock the blue velvet, this man is no rapper
The pen on his hand is used to cast spell
Black as realm, my fist hail like the Panther
Laugh at rappers like it's a stand-up
And man you gon' hand touch my gat
And my words are, +The Color of Murder+
[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]
It's like Michael Angelo with the flow
Or Leonardo Da Vinci, the pen squeeze like a burner
It could hurt y'all, and these are +The Colors of Murder+
[Killah Priest]
I sat my pages with the poison pen
My choice of gin, is anything earlier than 1600's
Hell of a stomach, I take straight shots from the shells of gun
Invade your block wit Elephants comin'
Like Hannibal comin' from Carthage
But it's more like the Priest comin' from his projects
Load the cartridge, and my marker
And my pen is a scope, check my the murder I wrote
The flow gets darker (What's the color dawg?)
Two cups of Dracula's blood
Three teaspoon of goons, a gat, and a couple of thugs
A small funeral room, a fitted cap, and a ice mug
Since the sky's the color of maroon
Where young brothas doomed
Over crack, his shoulder shrug
The little brotha went too soon
From a hot bullet, from a burner
Wonderin' if he's sufferin'?, I don't know
But I write +The Color of Murder+
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: Killah Priest]
This is it, +The Colors of Murder+
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I laugh at ya rappers man
Yo, y'all niggaz gon' make me laugh son
Aiyo, this is +The Color of Murder+ I'm writin'
Check it out, uh, uh, uh - ha-ha-ha-ha
[Killah Priest]
Fuck y'all rappers, I love to war
What do you think my armor's for
Take ten paces back, then draw
But the draw then revolves with the pen
Colors that blend, the complex 'til your end
Dress me as your Highness
If you get me mad, throw you in my y-press of my wrath
Now I'm drunk from the drapes of violence
I shoot the colors from the Devil's chalice
Chemicals and violence, and my brain, migraines
I can't go further, and my words are, +The Colors of Murder+
(+The Colors of Murder+)
[Outro: Killah Priest]
Dawg, +The Colors of Murder+
And write in circles, tear these rappers in half
I teared my book apart
This is it, told you I could write it
+The Colors of Murder+
Just color, not lot of bullets and thugs
Whatchu mean? is it?, what do you mean?
I just finished writin' these Colors of Murder
It's gon' be so good, what rhymes with holobeam
What blends, I need the words, just to match it
And attach this to that, time, what is you sayin'?
I had to finish this, +The Color of Murder+
Sincerely yours: Priest, leads of thy Animals
The Duke of Larks, the Duke of the hood nigga
