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Stephen King never wrote a scene as horrific As God as my witness What I write should make new artists suspicious Pardon a nigga As I say what's in my heart I guess it's just part of me venting 'Cause like you I'm from the park and the benches So what could I lose but make a conscious decision 'Cause I'm known to spaz When I'm asked my remarks on this business This game will do you in regardless of friendship So excuse me when you reach for my palms And part of me flinches It's not you, dog, it's the critics The might catch me in a flick drunk with some strippers And my girl see it It's part of some sick photographer's vengeance Real Talk! So many new people around me I gotta be sharp with attendance I mean it's great to MC To display this art is a privilege But now I gotta get down to darken my sentence I dream of dead babies, streams of blood Raining fire, brimstone, wipe the Earth clean with floods I'm drowning SongtexteMy face next to the meanest thugs I'm telling my testimony to the Supreme above Ain't I from thy genes? The Priest was a King, beloved Then there appeared a bright being, with white wings of a dove It's lightning, people screamed and shoved It's frightening, but I kept writing 'Cause what I seen was the judge And what he showed me were grave sites And crucifixes, ruthless bitches How they treat you and what they do to your riches For thirty pieces of silver, niggas'll kill ya I read Judas' scriptures, only warned me to be true to my niggas And getting corrupt, like Catholic church And child nudity pictures That's like the Virgin Mary performing Kama Sutra with Hitler The proof in my liquor is 180 The Grey Goose in my liver But I still spit truth to the listeners That's enough son! That's enough! Stop! Nah... hold up... Let me explain a second I signed my first deal with Geffen records I told them crackers "I ain't no muthafuckin' Stepin Fetchit" To my recollection, those bastards were like "Cool, we'll drop you, have our A&R go find the next one" I said "I'll sue! " They said "That's alright, blackie Take us to court! And your lawyer Larry Studnickie? We been breaking him off" I almost felt ruined And in the midst of the confusion They sent a muthafucking intern Saying "we don't understand his music Now how the fuck we market this? He's talking all that God-body and that prophet shit" I said "Damn! But it's still street! It's real! Niggas can relate to it! " In return they said, "Priest throw that shit in the sewage" Meanwhile, niggas like Nas and Kiss and Pun Is telling me I'm nice Down to G Rap to KRS One And GZA told me all this shit would happen, just keep rappin' I said "that's peace, God, but I ain't muthafucking tapping" But still these labels are fucking with me It's Priest! Volume 1 Nigga's shit about to get ugly Aus Songtexte Mania