Royal Priesthood

[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 lose 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 Sanscrit 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