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she always call me bae aye aye
Walking round in Giuseppe's the ones without no lace aye aye
Sliding round in the O street and I drop the top in

build the future, by referencing the past
I say that as I watch a sail boat drop mast
And To my loves, I pen this conjuncture
To complete the epitome

must drop to their knees
Cause everything in every realm is under Christ's feet
And Christ is in me so I live like an armada
But if I don't speak it out

bitch
Pinky transformed to a demon with a higher pitch
And i'm shitting bricks my arms are shaking rapidly
Looking at my soul and tells me drop the bass

It's all of the world that we dance for  (We dance for)

Flying out the gates with angels by my back
Blood is on the floor coz the devil's in my tracks

a vest yeah
I’m gone put these Nike’s on yo head
Just like a check yeah
I’m gone make a hit song
Collect all the bread yeah
Drop it on yo head yeah
Making

the bro's even when shots
Go by we are not dividing
We saw man, they moving like toosie
Dodging this smoke, left foot up yeah they sliding
We want blood

drops of essence on the tomb
I must serve the darkest savior
Do her biding on this night
See the blood drenched moon, Lifeless corpse takes shape
Look

Pale as rain, sometimes empty as a parking space
sometimes translucent, sometimes the same
sometimes expressive as a sheer drop, cliff face.

I

inside that safe of yours, so you can savour those last blood drops. 
There's no such colours in the world that would describe my bitter end, I only hope

sign
Yuh nuh have no connection to de true vine
Yuh nuh notice how me lyrics dem craftly design
A shame hypocrite like yuh affa frontline
I'm anointed by

just stealing my back
Root of the tracks
My route retracking
Tracking you back
His hands are empty, he
Used to have plenty

I've worked hard and hard

white buttoned-up shirt
You’re so gorgeous it hurts
To cleanse my soul, set the cabin on fire
And then this whole camp could burn

Pass out by a drop

He ran up on a chop he's a boxer 
(Pow right in the kisser)
This a stick, this a drum, I'll drop some nigga 
(Pow right in the kisser)
I'ma shoot

moon ripe nosebleeds
I nurse these festering wounds
And drop rose seeds
But grow an orchid garden
Now the paint on your portrait hardens with
A face that

Sword
Yes, I'm Alone Against Your Horde
But My Life Won't Be So Short
My Family Tree Must Live On!

Drops Of Blood On The Face Of A Traitor
My Justice Is

Fuck Tha Police

Dope

Felons and Revolutionaires [Bonus Track]

1999

path
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a blood bath
Of cops dyin' on my way

Yeah, I got somethin' to say
Fuck tha police 
Fuck tha police

Hard Times

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her

Rocky Road To Dublin

The High Kings

The High Kings

2008

her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight me

goes
Frozen the gold, gold
Where did you go?
Little fucked up as I head for the door
So cold
Blood in my soul shooting to the dome
Hitting

flaunt you
My cyclops view
Show me slick snakes stick like glue
Don’t let yo optics get fooled
By the props and boobs

You drop sick then they out ya room

the be fighting over who got next
And that's a product of the blood sweat and tears
I put into this once I finally finished chugging them beers

knocking
Just drop the monologue I gotta be off
Too much talk, not enough listening
Too much focus on fitting in
Too much jostling for position, I'm sick

One Meatball

Pig

The Swining/Red Raw and Sore

blood on your face
Where's the bread?
Down the hall
You get no bread with one meatball
We belong toghether
Like bacon and ham
We belong together
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