that I strike with Let alone try to hold the pen that I write with You can even chop off my fingers I type with Those I hold a mic with, thinking I might
[Intro : Killah Priest] Yeah, Black August, Priesthood Wanna know how I got here? How it all came to be? My beginning?, yo [Killah Priest] A dark December
money And I take my time when I take my money I'm always careful when I make my money I know about niggas gettin quaked by money But The Horsemen here
bee Ha! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi da When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah" Cha cha cha, who knows where the mouth goes
crying out loud you know I love you (3X) I was damned and you were saved And I never knew how enslaved I was kneeling In the chains of my master I
And there might have been a slight, rotation warp to curve The course of course, I'm cordial when I'm reportin' I won't distort, I don't contort Connect
ten, he stuck at nine But he did not fuck with mine 'cause I murdered that machine If you ever beat the clock you know exactly what I mean (Exactly what I mean) I
without penetratin' the skin See I didn't invent it, I just perfected it I never intended to really connect with it But once I got in it, I redirected it Now I
I was a fresh DJ I'd be like... If I was Jam Master J I'd be like... If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like... If I was Barry White I'd be like what
jj boys (everybody) I stole to eat (i stole) I stole to live (i stole) I stole only to survive (if yous a hoodlum) just like j said in 'ghetto zone' I
- It's the Chaos Theory (7x) The Chaos Theory! If I teach you every secret of the dragon's lair Would I remain the one and only dragon slayer? On the daily, I
I know that hearts were lovin' Long before I was here And I'm not the first to ever cry In my bed or in my beer There were songs before there was radio
3L Dub baby I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle I give ya mother, goose pimples goose pimples Ain't the last brother passed over I be the
sound? I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker
so game, I'm movin' quick (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) Oh yeah (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) Can I talk to you? (I'm trying to talk to you,
your stomach Bitch! Bitch! [4th Disciple] What y'all know about the war? (about the war) Yo, when I was young I strongly seeked for the knowledge I
down from atomic face lifts Through the blackness I saw John the Baptist, on the atlas Holdin' the masters to my Psalm under his arm But long before I
't have that I'll hold your hand, black, we can't wind up with scratch I put my best foot forward, when I play in life 'Cause this world as I live it