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Big Country - Fall of Solomon lyrics
[Intro: Killah Priest]
 What up, Priest? 
 What up, cat?
 Since you're one of the dopest MC's that I ever heard
 I want you to kick the story
 Yeah, I got one, already..
 The dopest story I heard, check it
 [Killah Priest]
 Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep
 He heard the hounds of horses, surround his fortress
 Look down, the whole town with torches
 Blood on the door knock where our lord slept
 Night before the see-er saw it, so they slept nautious
 Broken windows with cannisters, hidden cameras
 Masked man at the top of the bannister
 Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs
 A knife in the back with a note attached, read 'Beware'
 Looked up, saw a blowin curtain, a open window
 and heard the whistle of the soft air, someone screamin 'warfare'
 So Solomon takes cover, a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed,
 don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her
 Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright moon and star
 His lil' way out the valley, a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley
 Someone knocked his daughter off a balcony, bloodshed in Galilea
 The cowardly flee to the hills of Cabarea
 Thieves of a hundred gates, the queen of cities
 No one shows pity, flyin spirits, floatin demons, fallen saints
 Soldiers walkin by their ranks, service of the East gate, scared to drink
 What would our leaders think? Every man lookin at each other, scared to blink
 The seed inside the sanctuary, scary
 Portraits of Saint Mary, with Mona Lisa
 The Queen of Cheeba, strokin a cheetah
 Other mid-wives sayin 'I don't like the way he treats her'
 Pass the reefer, bad cheeba, Solomon judge wisely
 Wisdom spoken of highly, hair knotty, ask God 'Why me?'
 [Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]
 It's the street life that I write
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 Dealin with these lies and deceptions
 Like the fall of Solomon
 And all my niggas in the State Pen
 Who doin five to ten
 [Killah Priest]
 Order these Gods to untie me
 He said men do not despise a thief if he still dissatisfy his soul
 If he's captured he shall restore it, seven fold
 A legend unfold, let it be written in the scroll
 Solomon's gold, swallow them whole
 He said 'Fuck you!', make me another Pagan God
 Usin brass poles, spies layin up in the closet
 They open the door, they spray holes through the prophets
 Solomon whispers, a man reaches in his zipper
 The king killed by his own bishop
 Hit beneath the babel gate himself, fucked when he hicced up
 Tears of a child, 'Daddy, get up!'
 Fast forward, you see Malcolm X fallin from a pulpit
 Sprayed up by bullets, dead over bullshit
 Niggas layin on the pavement, holes in their Woolridge
 Look what the wolves did, full clips and cartridges
 Imposters live, abduct the kids in front of corner stores
 Poppin shit, throwin up gang signs at the same time
 Them niggas roll dice and fight canines/K-9's
 Should I wake 'em up or let 'em stay blind?
 Cause education seem like it's only shit to a thug
 You either Crip or you Blood, really? I'm sick of the grudge
 Y'all niggas need to dip it in blood, I should walk by
 And take a flick of your mug, show you how vicious you was
 Neighborhood overflooded with liqour and drugs
 Young queens grow up to be strippers in clubs
 Man, damn son!
Chorus 2X
 [Outro: Killah Priest]
 It's the street life that I write
 It's the street life that I write








