[Intro: Killah Priest] Proverbs, yeah ,yeah, yo [Chorus 2x: Killah Priest] Come with me thru the thick fog Past the morgue Past the projects where the
the windows of the far side Across the dark sky, then over the ocean tides, the unidentified Flying, object, hovers the projects, scenery, gothic Sky can pass with darkness
in my last testament and my hidden scrolls See my icon straight faced with a torn robe A beard and some cornrows The whole globe hears when I perform my
out there? Can you hear me? Yeah, aight, one-two It's killah priest Masada the beloved Nothin but 2000 shit To all my niggas on my left, to my niggas on my
Just, just chillin Word Late at night, ah shoot it's damn near morning Check it out From shootouts at block parties, from God bodies That flooded the project
ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal Emperor In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things Yo, yo, yo I write the realest, only my true niggas
slave whips, like I waited to get tips From Egypts to sea ships, to bein' chased by New York Cops out the precincts an' words was bricks We buildin' projects
dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs become meat All that is sacred My body lay naked
my) Bridge: This is my heart this is the part one asleep one awake back to back in the dark (In the night there's two in the light only one of us will
, it's just me against the world Stuck in the game, me against the world baby Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects
is under my goose And go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce The curly-haired fro, I cut my hair but my beard grow Yo, where my beers go? Send
subject Too deadly ready to wreck, anyone in my way I am what is know as the expandable specimen Not understandable when I handle my mic check I enlarge to full capcacity drasticallly fast It has to be my
me some brains SAY!Maybe I should rename the talk Run a lap with my trap while you backslide in the dark My choppers, OH my choppers Get me out of
underneath your bubblegoose KRS-One will fuck up parties dramatically My reflex'll slap a wack rapper automatically When you was home witcha mother, afraid of the dark
the game Me against the world baby [Verse One: 2Pac] Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of
bitch boy My whole team spits raps While your team is unemployed Riding a pie I?m a give them a piece of my mind You'se a back burner project Getting
all of my oneyma (nigga im trigga give me all of my money) players get bustin when haters discuss it they shake lit makin hooligans with the lyrical more grand lookin over my
turn your pager off, don't be late Chorus: repeat 2x Supergalactic lover! Comin from the projects on the hill Supergalactic lover! In my monkey-green