All Been Buried

Yo, I still be scheming off loss I can take

My kids be screaming wit more sauce on their plate

Dollar rice and gravy, not a T-bone steak

From the "Keystone State", see the chrome scrape

Family of **** dealers will be at home tape

Don't black mask again, lie and wait

My old school .38 beside your fate

It's the mind of black prisoners behind the gate

Don't know nothing but straight cutting and the grind I make

And it's so raw; they snort every line I shake

It's that classic killa wax kept inside the crate

It's a soundtrack for hell in every rhyme I make

I gotta bond wit the block, burden to the angels

Project Mary wearing silver and gold Bengal's

In a dirty white robe, wit the hair all tangle

Going to jail or hell, cuz of my murderous angles

(Chorus) Priest 4x

Life and Death is like a carnival in cemeteries

Ain't nobody left that's honorable they all been buried

[Killah Priest]

I drank your wrath and ate your violence

Swallowed destruction, now guzzle my pain by gallons

Praying in silence, my brain is an insane asylum

Let's take a train thru the vains of Sodom

I came from the bottom

Like a tree when it springs in autumn

I came in crawling

A day in August and we stayed bossing

Till we stay flossing, till we laying in coffins

I wash my face wit blunts

Clean my hairs wit the stories of the ****** that the streets feared

Brush my teeth wit corruption

The comet is coming, the projects is crumbling

Stunning, I stared in the mirrors of murals

I saw death in peril, Michael and Uriel, attending his burial

Washed my shirt wit tears

Splashed my shoes wit beers

We the last ones here

(Chorus) Priest 4x

[Chief Kamachi]

Yeah, emerald coffins, sprinkling of amatheist

No offense but bury me like I am the Christ - of the streets

They promise paradise for the price of a peach

And it's right in your reach

Your devil decorators gave us somewhere nice to sleep

The medic exam rum brick or ice on your feet

Look at the clouds draped in a shroud

Thunders, just a sound of spirits mumble and loud

[Killah Priest]

Call us the Ghetto Kabbalah, unforgettable drama

It's either medical doctors or the federal box us

The devil just watch us, rose pedals are dropping on caskets

Stole Yaqub's ash, placed 'em in carats

Now I can see Israel shine every time when I'm writing these tablets

In the heat of the madness, I still bring magic like Jesus in Nazareth

Kamachi & Priest, see that's a classic

Believe it and that's it, we write deep graphics

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