[Intro: Charon Don (Killah Priest)]Yea, uh huh Charon Don, hands down
(Uh, Killah Priest the Iron Sheik, nigga!)
[Charon Don]
Yo, you talkin' to a - serious thug
I get serious love
Even when I stay in the pad
Like period blood, experience drugs
Street grudge, infamous buzz
Sent from above, Devils catch infinite slugs
All my Rebels came from Zion, bang with giants
Made from the same grain that you gave the science
Same all violence, maintainin'
Same all clients, lames deny it
Why you think my brain defy it
Smokin' Backwoods in the backwoods, 'cause I'm that hood
Strap in crack in my back, it could crack wood
Take your life like crack could
An epidemic, created by your government to get extra spinach
Now I'm stressed to spit it
Collect the check to live it
I'm just blessed, neva pressed by the press
Or critics, neva the less
Yo my rep exhibit
Homey you left wit the best get wit it
Before it's too late
I can either lose fate or choose to wait
'Cause the new debate is to choose your fate
And poor people don't make the decision
Poor people just hate to be livin'
[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]
On the roof puffin' cigars look up at the stars
Could be your man fuckin' your broad passin' you dust to your car
Callin' us +The Observers+ - Silent weapons for these quiet murders
Silent weapons for these quiet murders
[Killah Priest]
I lay back shufflin' thoughts while puzzlin' pieces
Guzzlin' coughs while pressin' my features
On my cell hell, number reads area code '412'
A message from Charon - 'Priest come through'
Wait a minute that's Pittsburgh
Where niggaz twist herbs and sip surp
Flip birds and 'Do Not Disturb'
On their door, every lips are heard better observe
If you don't - you get your shit split on the curve
But I'm from New York, where crews talk by who got caught
By cops, who got shot? But comin' a few shorts
Bosses talk to bosses 'til they're concealed in the coffin
Surrounded by graveyard mud and crucifixes crosses
To my killaz and boss, my dealers and organ
Hands out for the Lord, and they reach for 'Offerings'
Angels crouchin' over us, the streets are unable hold us up
We in rat races, the system needs to cobra clutch
Gangsters and Killaz, the strangest niggaz
Brushin' shoulders wit death and you think you familiar
To killah, straight shots AK's pop
Niggaz yell - 'System is hell' Mirrors held between bars
Nurses puttin' Vaseline on scars in jail
When we hear Sirens comin' from cars we bail niggaz
Yea, Killah Priest nigga, uh Charon the God
[Chorus 2X
[Charon Don]
Yo, yo, I'm in the alley way sippin' Alazay like I'm out in L.A.
And you already know what I'm pullin' out this spray
Like you already know - what I'm about to say
When I flow I blow - You best get out the way
Like Z4 -> sisters wanna see more
Nigga shook like seizure, on my trigger seen war
But this ain't Gangbangin' shoot 'em up muzik
This that P-Town dope-game shoot it up muzik
From the Burg what I'm stealin' is deep
On the curve next to killaz and freaks ((Blow that - blow that))
On the verge I be killin' this beat
What Sermon concern from a real Killah Priest
I'm about to turn Killah Priest
Charon Don is real as he speaks
You was dumb as a blonde
You can't chill wit the elite
Fo' real, I'm so ill I wrote my will before I sleep
Take a pill before I eat
You still ignore the pourin' meat
Be the rich at heart, built a split and spark
Until I get a deal I really can't deal wit the charts
I'm in debt, If I'm sent a bill - I rip it apart
You impressed, If I get a meal I'm flippin' smart
Take it back to the ghetto, where they need it the most
Believe it, I mean it I'll leave it for the season old folks
For the needy but neva greedy, my ingredient wrote
I'll leave it in quote, just so it's not a secrete to most
[Chorus 2X]
