k**ah Priest - Truth B Told lyrics

[k**ah Priest] Stephen King never wrote a scene as horrific As God as my witness, what I write should make you artists suspicious Pardon a n***a, as I say what's in my heart I guess it's just part of me venting 'Cause like you I'm from the park and the benches So what can I lose? We'll make a conscious decision 'Cause I'm known to spaz when I'm asked my remarks on this business In this game of do you and regardless of friendship So excuse me when you reach for my palms and part of me flinches It's not you dog, it's the critics They might catch me in the flick drunk with some strippers And my girl see it as part of some sick photographer vengeance So many new people around I gotta be sharp when in attendance I mean it's great to MC, to display this art is a privilege But now I gotta get down to darken my sentence I dream of dead babies, streams of blood Raining fire and brimstone, wipe the Earth clean with floods I'm drowning my face next to the meanest thug I'm telling my testimony to the supreme above Ain't I from thy genes, the Priest was a king beloved Then there appeared a bright beam with white wings of a dove It's lightning, people screamed and shoved It's frightening, but I kept writing 'cause what I seen was the judge And what he shown me where grave sites and crucifixes Ruthless b**hes, how they treat you and what they do to your riches For thirty pieces of silver n***as will k** you I read Judas' scriptures, only warned me to be true to my n***as The game corrupt like Catholic Church and child nudity pictures That's like the Virgin Mary performing Karma Sutra with Hitler The proof of my liquor is 180, the Grey Goose in my liver But I still spit truth to the listener [Break: k**ah Priest] That's enough son Session up, stop [k**ah Priest] No, hold up let me explain a second I signed my first deal with Geffen Records I told those crackers I ain't no motherf**er stepping fetched To my recollection those ba*tards Were like, "cool we'll drop you have our A&R go find the next one" I said I'll sue, they said, "that's alright Blacky Take us to court and your lawyer Larry Stud Nicky We've been breaking him off", I almost felt ruined And in the midst of the confusion They said to motherf**ing intern, "Sam, we don't understand his music" "And how the f** we market this He talking all that God Body and that prophet sh**" I said, "damn, but it's still street, it's real, n***as can relate to it" In return they said, "Priest throw that sh** in the sewage" Meanwhile n***as like Nas and 'Kiss and Pun Is telling me I'm nice, down to G Rap and KRS-One And GZA told me all this sh** would happen, just keep rapping I said, "that's piece God but I ain't motherf**ing tapping" But still these labels our f**ing with me, it's Priest Volume One, n***a, sh** about to get ugly