k**ah Priest - Welcome lyrics

[Intro] Ahhh hahaha - come with me to the hood k**ers, thieves and murders [k**ah Priest] Beneath the pale Moon the night watches the goons Hop in the costume dressed as k**a clowns As d**h feel the town n***as surround They see grave near the Marry Go Round Beneath the slave burial ground (What else you see?) There's blood on the pavement There's thug in the states There's Cops from patrol just watching with soul I turned hot to turn cold, something's burning my soul It's the Brimstone, fill it when the wind blown Push my skin against the bones I cringe as I smell stitch from the chrome Its home, the projects - b**hes gossip the Glock clips Cops sick, just watch sh**, when T.V. brainwash it The pain of the Projects, a slow process No progress I'm held hostage with thieves Receive princely fees after they empty your sleeve Your enemy squeeze, Tec .9, its d**h and crime It's all stress something that's left is blind It's the prognosis of Moses The Jones', the hopeless, the homeless The oppress and slow d**h souls are left, no rest Shootouts everyday like the old West [Chorus 2X] Who'd you rather serve? - God or Devil? +Welcome+ into Earth's graveyard with shovel Or do you rather be amongst the living and enjoy your life? Observing the Stars from distance the Voyage of light [k**ah Priest] Each day I hunger, feeling my days are numbered If I go under - Who will be there to raise my son up? Feeling discomfort it's sounds like I'm hearing the trumpets Blowing across the sky feels like the spirits are coming By drilling and pumping, stealing is corruption Face with Women seduction Sitting and f**ing the beginning was nutting Genesis forbidden the plucking' From the trees of Adam & Eve Gathering leaves, the madness it sees The Magnum will squeeze, handguns and weed From the days of Egyptian clay powders Since the days of grave robbers To the days of slave drivers On the Mayflowers, they gave us powder Nowadays our devoured, we're afraid of the power Like cowards we lay in the shower Pray for what's ours [Chorus 2X] [k**ah Priest] The Sun darkens; the Moon's covered with blood I'm in the projects, in a room with couple of thugs We all share hugs Light candles, sit in circles and read from the ghettos manual As I open the book filled with crooks Thieves with dirty looks Pictures of k**ers and n***as and drug dealers We all get the chills but we still keep turning the page I'm burning some siege Beneath the red light bulbs Read the life of thugs Sort of image of Knight, some blood, some gloves Some slugs, some ice, some fights in clubs Ivory tribal are like Africans they madd tribal We close our eyes too, the Ghetto Bible have recitals Think all about our rivals, draw tattoos on our back too My man just got one of a fat Pterodactyl, we eat fast food [Chorus 4X] [Outro] Close the Book -- that's enough Until next time, I'll tell you more tales More dark imagery and show you more pictures, come on! **Animals growling**