Turn Around

[Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, uh-huh, back again The Priesthood, yeah, brought it We up in here now, it's time to eat Gotta look at myself, want ya'll to turn around Watch this, yo [Chorus 4X: sample] Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming 'round [Killah Priest] Alone and thinkin', zonin' Then I pick up my ink pen and hold it Like the bullet that went in, they blinkin', I'm frozen Stuck between time, the pass and the present From early adolesence, to fiends that's crashin' and beggin' A pad is my blessin' with it, I'm addin' my lessons, so vivid Through life, things I've done wrong, and do right I had a few nights, of comin' in drunk, fightin' with punks At club, writin' to front, stomp it with gloves Cats pumpin' they drugs on Ave., I jumped in the cab Head to the lab, grab my pen and my pad, feel the wind draft Dump the insensce ash inside the hour glass Watchin' it slowly slippin' as I drift in the past Watchin' the secret sands, remind me the extinction of man If we don't unite, I'll think of plans The king is a hand, the handwriting's on the wall of the project halls In graffiti, written like swahili All harmonic, Priest is like a god when he speaks Plants his feet on the ground, wore the crown All of ya'll turn around, baby [Chorus 4X w/ ad-libs] [Killah Priest] My verse runs deep like smack through a veteran's vein See cats on the train beggin' for change Need medicine for they pain, I'm in heavy rain Sweat testin' my aim, carve in my bullets with the president's name Destined to reign, feel guns bust while cats discuss About the gats they bust, and loyalty among employees The more weed, the more they mind's stay freed The more the nines get squeezed, the more the crime leads The more they blind me, push that light far behind me I seeked ashanti's and monks in the hills, I dwelled months for real No deal, but still hold the steel Sometimes I spaz out, pull my pad out Then my pad sprouts to a crackhouse, filled with drug dealers Some thugs, some killers, my pen's a paintbrush Colorin' the old school cats with gangstas For every word that I print on paper Is like a proverb from a prince in Asia [Chorus to fade w/ ad-libs]