Royal Priesthood Lyrics - Killah Priest

[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 

'cause 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! 

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[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? 

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! 

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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