k**ah Priest - Priest History lyrics

Priesthood, nah'mean Don't take this as a diss or nothing To all the emcees out there For everybody just straight up mean, nah'mean It's real, it's some realness Yeah, this how we doing it man Reality, reality rap For all my rappers out there, for all my emcees For everybody Y'all wanna see the lifetimes of the greatest? Wanna see what I write in the pages? Wanna see right before I'm famous? Wanna hear the life from your favorite? Y'all wanna hear who I influenced? Discography of all of my music Pro-God, call it a movement On the stage with the RZA to the Gravediggaz GZA use to say I was his favorite spitter Lyrics on how I made pictures Though I never really wanted it Till they put mad challenges in front of the kid I was a fan of the Wu-Tang Clan A bigger fan of Method Man Stayed loyal, respect the fam R.I.P. to Grym Reaper (That's my man) And my pen gets deeper Diary of a Madman, went like this RZA use to brag about my rhymes On that song I had a chance to shine But I ain't want it RZA told me that a storm was coming Even a Messiah blow the trumpets But when I got there, I wasn't prepared So I said what I already had Which left all attention on Bazz Which felt that the tension was bad But that wasn't the vision I had We both came in as solo artist I didn't care who flowed the hardest My mind was on my nephew Marcus Tryna rescue him from the projects But that didn't happen He got shot, D got knocked He sees my block, I see this cop Said he was dead on arrival Cried, tryna read my Bible I had sick thoughts and revenge on my mind too I wasn't thinking of vinyl I was thinking like final But time moves, it past Bazz gave me his hand, help me to stand Back then we didn't understand God plan is far too advance Man, I knew I had something that would prove just the theory Once the world hear me Liquid Swords, I get on board To record Basic Instruction, great introduction Since the plague for destruction For the fake emcees with the weak production When I adjust the pen it get s**ed in I break emcees, I shake emcees We shake emcees till they sound like me But there's only one, sincerely son Compare me to none Maybe Rakim or Kane or Kool G Rap Priest write movies and cracks Nah'mean, that's how that go right there Y'all know the history of Priest Priesthood, aka the Sun of Man It's what we do, no'm'sain Bazz you my man, you know how we did Back then, Diary of a Madman To everybody out there, nah'mean That's just a lil brief, walk through All my reign and my tears, you'know This goes out to my nephew Marcus, ascended And his moms, yo RIP, nah'mean Forever, long as we a treasure, times get better Nah'mean, Kount Fif on the one's and two's on the beat Uh, yeah, calm before the storms, Priest, yeah