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Big Country - Royal Priesthood lyrics
[Killah Priest]
 Ugh, Emperor's music
 Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal Emperor
 In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things
 Yo, yo, yo
 I write the realest, only my true niggas will feel it
 Though I'm not with you now, let's connect in our spirit
 Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the dark
 Let's share our pain, my niggas bring me close to your heart
 So the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars
 Through the ink that I write in each bar
 Show the soul as we share our most inner thoughts
 Cuz I heard God listened once sin is taught
 Beginners walk through my hood and I show you my struggle
 Then we walk through your hood and you show me your hustle
 Plus those marks on your wrists, it's where the cops had cuffed you
 Hard luck too? Well me too, screaming peoples
 Let's make a peace truce, unify all of the gangs
 No quarrels between us, you and I is the same
 As we build on a higher plain,
 Like pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to explain
 Come on!
 [Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
 All praise is due to man, woman and child
 To the monuments that stand at the top of the Nile
 Let everything that have breath in it, give praise
 To all my homies in the struggle, get paid
 [Killah Priest]
 When will they profit? The game is where I loose my soul
 How many options did I have before I choose this roll?Big Country - Royal Priesthood - http://motolyrics.com/big-country/royal-priesthood-lyrics.html
 Let's see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes
 Live in the projects, never rocked the newest clothes
 It's psychologic, somehow it seems foolish though
 From my pockets, only love for jewels and dough
 Catastrophic, the walls came closing in
 On all sides, the pressure expose the gem
 A war cry was the breath I was holding in
 A poor scribe dopest as the golden pen
 Called wise, blessed among the chosen men
 The lost tribe, my words were woven in
 Each line like words I was sewing with
 I sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a grip
 Flows I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanship
 Tell the maid from the robes I fit
 A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse
 A passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt
 Candles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hit
 There's the phantom, the mummy stands at the cliff
 Aztec Indians studying my sanscript
 Puffing peace pipes, Priest gets deep when he writes
 Bars are mystic, written like Horror-glyphics
 I made it hard for critics to follow my lyrics
 Come on!
Chorus x2
 [Outro: Killah Priest]
 Uh huh, Feel it, where's the troubles at?
 Royal priesthood, Emperor's music
 Anybody try to break us up, man, they get the curse of King Tut
 Proverbs forever, ugh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh
 Maccabees, Sunz of Man, yeah the whole thing yeah








