In this room There?s no pictures on my wall The music plays I can?t hear it anymore The world turns round Sun goes down And all the ghosts inside
for hours Behold the, behold the [killah priest] Yo, we sip wine around golden candles Wearin mantels, tellin ghost stories I propose a toast, as a whole splash of lightning
then With the stars in my eyes And the blood from the heart of a pen With my hood pulled up In the light of the night I was smoke in the bed Like a ghost
wits wit this Call your squad the hole of fortrus I swoop down like a dirty Brooklyn pigeon Swing my sword wit precision Lightning speed blurs your vision
the hood made me wicked as hell Thought about more bullshit sittin in jail, listen up It's nothin more important than feedin your seeds I got two, so
It must have been at dusk they had me illusinating, Now I was facing satan and he was the ------- Reagan Of of who killed Kennedy, the true identity of the Holy Ghost
as a new dead ghost, While i try to justify destroying that which i love most. As yet unwritten history - Once more i stride the lightning road Identity
must have been at dusk they had me illusinating, Now I was facing satan and he was the ------- Reagan Of of who killed Kennedy, the true identity of the Holy Ghost
for hours Behold the, behold the [Killah Priest] Yo, we sip wine around golden candles Wearin mantels, tellin ghost stories I propose a toast, as a whole splash of lightning
