Walk U Thru

[Intro: Killah Priest] Dreddy Kruger.... yeah Maccabeez Do that nigga... feel me... Timbuktu... Killah Priest a/k/a Michael Priesthood, Maccabeez, Hell Razah [Killah Priest] Yo, clothes, the wife, the hoes, the ice The flow that's tight, see, I choose this life Then I sold the rights, back to the owner's price The crows and fight, to the coldest night, feel the cobras bite I'm wrapped in sheets, where Arabs meet Starving, see a bowl of rice, I reach down and grab it Come up with a hand full of maggots Mixed with bitter herbs, I chewed it, spewed it Out my mouth came the living word For every nigga that heard, may I observe and do Just imagine if I was you I fight, firy dragons and bears or two I arm wrestle the devil over five boroughs Wore a crown of thorns, and you wonder why I'm gone Hello... yo, a warm gun in my palms, on a passover night My niggas see the same vision, we grip our gats kinda tight One dog says a sign, one of my other dogs says it's just a state of mind That's when I gain my mind, only play with my kind Maccabeez, dashikis and gats and beeds We on some other shit, the Ghetto Government Protect the ark of the covenant, yo We on some other shit, fuck you fucking republicans [Chorus: Hot Flames] Allow us to talk to you, walk you through A strong life through a warrior's view And I'm supposed to have remorse for who? This is the source of New York What we talk, of course, it's true [Timbo King] While ya'll was looking at Johnny Carson I was looking at Sonny Carson, a black rebel, yeah I daredevil When words fail, music speaks, seven days without prayer makes one week The naked truth versus the well dressed lie The best mirror is my mother's eyes I can't shake hands with a clinched fist Speech is silver, silence is golden How could I break bread when it's molded? Time is money, Timb, figure it out [Chorus] [Hot Flames] This is my destiny, this rap game is a part of my genes So it's the ingredient in my recipe Until the heavens speak, my level rise where yours peak Take over the game in a strong week This song speaks to the death, give sight to the blind I'm heaven bound, I'm excited with crime Use words a hyphen a time, before that, use birds And transport dimes in little small packs I hate fake rappers, love true raps Priest brought me here to make noise like two gats I'm try'nna survive, but I feel like my feets crazy glued to the ground How can I rise? How can I cry with no heart like the lion on Oz Since thirteen, I was firing nines I tried to talk with the force of Glocks, but it feel like I'm try'nna walk through a door that's locked Stressed out, but ofcourse I'm hot Cuz I rode through the hard times and made it out of the hard knocks [Chorus to fade]