k**ah Priest - Revisited lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] Yeah... yeah, Priesthood Uh, Get Large Productions Revisited, son, yo, self destruction It go [Chorus 2X: k**ah Priest] Look at my life, Brooklyn's my wife Close that it's tight, in the bullpens I write, so/yo [k**ah Priest] They say Heavy Mental is a cla**ic My pen'll draw graphic, backwards, thinking Drinkin', the ink pen rap kid Clap ya'll rappers to the point of extinction Relax and listen, the flow is like hydro And hell is slow, puffin' out your nose Creatin' fogs of old school flicks, I do this for kids My music, my gift, broken ghettos and harsh reality Made me thorough, my art gallery, nine uncles I flunked school, robbin', rope chains, the street have no name Fiends that preach the dope game Deep like the blood of my nephew, soaked in the streets I heard it scream through the concrete, rest in peace This last release, the flesh that eat, want me The pen comes to me, I open my books, like scrolls of Moses I look, I see skulls and ghosts I shook, the Bible, I wrote it with hooks, come on [Chorus 2X] [k**ah Priest] The pen, the pad, the friends I had To the live it ends in vag', it's like grin to a laugh To wild outrageous, and then I'm mad To a face that show expression, depression, begin to look sad The tears come out, it's weird, I dumb out, pretend to be glad Cigarette on my lips, I don't even smoke I leave that to Kruger, I gotta stay afloat Watch the way we maneuver Peace to Tutta, held me down in Cali I see the future, flee from troopers Revolutionary blood, sweat and tears, obsessin' with fears Paranoia, got me needing more lawyers Got me reachin' for guns, see I'm comin' for ya Hold up, I stargaze, into God's face Embrace Allah's grace, sun and moon, star gates Space, is my place of birth, made my way into the Earth Came to the lunars of kings, held coins with wings, come on [Chorus 2X] [k**ah Priest] I gave ya'll, all of my Views of Masada, the drama Here's the clue, Proverbs, Priesthood, dons like Clint Eastwood Black August, join the shortage A rap athormesis, but that got restarted So I Revisit ya'll, with more of the God, that roar in they heart Yo, Priest, you still hustle, Priest, you still struggle Priest, you still bubble, them streets is still trouble Them thieves will cuff you, lock you up in pens with men That couple, friends will cut you Poor education, the ghetto is hell Heaven is Park Ave., the system is jail, religion wears a dark mask Worn by faces, wind up in newspapers A true gangsta, til the wheels fall off and the gats is on E Two gats is on me I kick open the door, take the whole pieces of war Like Larry Davis, f** this world, I break out ya'll cages [Chorus 4X]