Timbo King - Walk U Thru lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] Dreddy Kruger.... yeah Maccabeez Do that n***a... feel me... Timbuktu... k**ah Priest a/k/a Michael Priesthood, Maccabeez, Hell Razah [k**ah Priest] Yo, clothes, the wife, the hoes, the ice The flow that's tight, see, I choose this life Then I sold the rights, back to the owner's price The crows and fight, to the coldest night, feel the cobras bite I'm wrapped in sheets, where Arabs meet Starving, see a bowl of rice, I reach down and grab it Come up with a hand full of maggots Mixed with bitter herbs, I chewed it, spewed it Out my mouth came the living word For every n***a that heard, may I observe and do Just imagine if I was you I fight, firy dragons and bears or two I arm wrestle the devil over five boroughs Wore a crown of thorns, and you wonder why I'm gone Hello... yo, a warm gun in my palms, on a pa**over night My n***as see the same vision, we grip our gats kinda tight One dog says a sign, one of my other dogs says it's just a state of mind That's when I gain my mind, only play with my kind Maccabeez, dashikis and gats and beeds We on some other sh**, the Ghetto Government Protect the ark of the covenant, yo We on some other sh**, f** you f**ing republicans [Chorus: Hot Flames] Allow us to talk to you, walk you through A strong life through a warrior's view And I'm supposed to have remorse for who? This is the source of New York What we talk, of course, it's true [Timbo King] While ya'll was looking at Johnny Carson I was looking at Sonny Carson, a black rebel, yeah I daredevil When words fail, music speaks, seven days without prayer makes one week The naked truth versus the well dressed lie The best mirror is my mother's eyes I can't shake hands with a clinched fist Speech is silver, silence is golden How could I break bread when it's molded? Time is money, Timb, figure it out [Chorus] [Hot Flames] This is my destiny, this rap game is a part of my genes So it's the ingredient in my recipe Until the heavens speak, my level rise where yours peak Take over the game in a strong week This song speaks to the d**h, give sight to the blind I'm heaven bound, I'm excited with crime Use words a hyphen a time, before that, use birds And transport dimes in little small packs I hate fake rappers, love true raps Priest brought me here to make noise like two gats I'm try'nna survive, but I feel like my feets crazy glued to the ground How can I rise? How can I cry with no heart like the lion on Oz Since thirteen, I was firing nines I tried to talk with the force of Glocks, but it feel like I'm try'nna walk through a door that's locked Stressed out, but ofcourse I'm hot Cuz I rode through the hard times and made it out of the hard knocks [Chorus to fade]