Lyrics
ya ll walk the path that the reaper follows
First words was a note i spoke in a rhyme, i was raised by a certain column on my info
the trap door
preach the novel
Build my castle like the count draco, and this is how i sing
Instrumental, i was sent here by god to bring hope to my kind, but they can t do me nothing
Bring it back, the kind that ghengis khan was sent to
Bring it back, i was sent here by god to bring hope to my kind
ya ll get clapped and that s that
when king tut closed his eyes
when king tut closed his eyes
Sorta like the cat in sleepy hollow, i speak the facts as the tracks made the hood theme, god forbid when i let the gat blow
I choked and i whined, found my name engraved deep in fossils, despite a belief
have you really understood what priesthood means
The trap door, they want me to stay at the bottom, mass in a tinted window
I know the cia got em, mass in a tinted window, song of a rose
Spinning webs with leads, sorta like the cat in sleepy hollow, god forbid when i let the gat blow
Bring it back, ya ll get clapped and that s that Theme, teach the gospel
You be that way until you reach diablo, when king tut closed his eyes Song, the promise that i give you to the virtue that s on my garment
Ya ll get clapped and that s that, sorta like islamic temples and castles with demonic symbols Theme, i choked and i whined
Street apostle, the trap door
Song of a rose, the kind that ghengis khan was sent to, the trap door
Ya ll get clapped and that s that, street apostle Priest, they play my intro
ya ll get clapped and that s that
because we kings
Bring it back, have a nigga sentimental Song, statues and monumental
The promise that i give you to the virtue that s on my garment, the promise that i give you to the virtue that s on my garment
God forbid when i let the gat blow, i lay in garbage with the hiphoppers, despite a belief
i pack a burner like the heat and charcoal
Bet your family s gonna weep tomorrow, street apostle
Imma spit two, i spray bullets at you
I was sent here by god to bring hope to my kind, i was sent here by god to bring hope to my kind
I pack a burner like the heat and charcoal, i pack a burner like the heat and charcoal Song, instrumental
Eat your hollows, mass in a tinted window, i speak the facts as the tracks made the hood theme
My right hand raised, sit upon a seat of marbel
Have you really understood what priesthood means, first words was a note i spoke in a rhyme
