k**ah Priest - Don't Stop lyrics

[k**ah Priest] It's amazin' how I just won't stop The heathens come wit their plots Mixtapes I drop, then another one I give it away for free cuz it comes from me f** it, we got more in stock As space expands, heaven and hell expands The more souls, the more it grows I created my plan, I'ma k** the devil Friday evenin' Come back wit all his horns for souvenirs Murder all his demons, his followers prepare for war I'm comin' wit this word, bullets and more The game don't wanna recognize me no more Fine, I'll pull a pluck from the wall Puffy and those n***as gettin' paid off I tried being humble, but now I'm gon' AWOL These stars are controlled by a dark force They hate the light of Christ That's why I'm not in the page of the Source Wa**up Nas? Join the team, fight against the evil regime His soul seems torn; don't know who to put on Well come wit us, and join wit the side of the Elohim Wa**up Ghost? I hear your soul I know you wanna put your hands around the devil's throat Two year plan, I'll bring back the Son of Man [Two year plan, I'll bring back the Son of Man] f** the devil and his team, blum-blum-blam Where those brothers on the blocks, Google up God It's God radio, so what's the ratio? Squeak wide spectrum, sisters I need more then ever [Sisters I need more then ever] [Sisters I need more then ever] Its Run DMC touger then ever I got more then one mac on me tucked under the leather Hold your head, don't play into the media Tabloids said they don't want your media f** the skinny b**h, I want y'all thick Unless y'all skinny wit brains then who give a f** anyways Radio was my crown of thorns, I ain't proud to put on Turn the volume all the way up, still didn't sound too strong Pink hero rappers, won't be around that long You just a clown for the storm Fizzles break on the skull of crystal Bite down to the grizzle, may I continue Mourn to menu my mind grows like the electric shell or the UFO It keeps expandin', like the hole is warmin' up the globe God's house has a million stairs, twelve attics And one of them you'll find me writin' in there Walk out the front to the Garden of Eden n***as is starvin' or eatin' It's time to start robbin' and squeezin' Give Priest a couple of seconds I rebuild heaven on records Check it, blow weapons at the face of the old presses Pa** us the gla**, seen by the eyes of the ma** It took me seven days to create each line Took me seven hours to rehearse this rhyme Just seven minutes till we design Seven seconds to reach ya minds DMX in jail, holla at me dawg [Holla at me dawg] Thru it all I see who you are Real n***as do real things Fake n***as don't want people to see They hide, f** it, be who you was born to be Why lie? Everybody wanna seem like they innocent You switch sides, n***a live wit it Real n***as be like this is what I did This is who I am, this is how I live My pockets seem small but my heart and my soul feel big My heart and my soul feel big