[Intro : Killah Priest]
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I just zone out When I'm Writing
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Yo
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[Killah Priest]
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The weed is lit
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it's given like an Indian gift
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Passed around in a cipher
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'til the bitches need pullin' tighter
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Put out the fire
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Blow out clouds of stress
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Now's the test
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who's the first to talk crazy?
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You cough, maybe the weed is still in your lungs
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You beat ya chest 'til that feelin' will come
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You high, viewin' a cipher behind your own eyes
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Sayin' stupid shit, but to others you wise
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Me, on the other hand I zone
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Find a little spot to myself
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'til I feel I'm alone
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Talk to angels with black wings, silver halos
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Build with Gabriel the Messenger
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I'm Hugh Hefner, with long robes
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in a porn show, women with pretty toes
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the dizziest ho's
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Then I turn romantic, write in sanscript
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I put on my vision that I see inside my pen
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Black-out is When I'm Writing
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[Hook x2 : Killah Priest]
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When I'm Writing
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Flows go through me right into my pen
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When I'm Writing
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It's the artist within
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When I'm Writing
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I'm in tune with the Solomon books
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When I'm Writing
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It's more than just a song and a hook
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[Killah Priest]
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My pen's a crayon
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with coloring books, displayin' chaos
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The black seyance, with the ink pores radared
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Age quasars explorin' where the mind caves are
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A riches being dug from a keys graveyard
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It's the inscription written on Egyptian clay jar
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I write rhymes like I'm doing time
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Listen, when I hit the pen I start doing the sickest
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I got the flow locked behind each bar
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And if I get too wild
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You can throw me in the box of ya car, it's not that far
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My pen's an airbrush, thrown over ya favorite sweater
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My notebook's leather, I write with a feather
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My pages look like a Renaissance painting
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Visions of St. John's conquerin' Satan
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All made from my imagination
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It's Priest, Lord, the Bishop of Vikings
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When I'm Writing
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[Hook x2]
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[Killah Priest]
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The way that I write, it's like a painting
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I put on aprons
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and brush my ink pen across the palette
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Stare at the projects
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'til I see somethin', then write about it
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My pad's a canvas, filled with anthems
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And words from the black panthers
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to crack scramblers, to crack gamblers
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to gat handlers, to cats in handcuffs
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Doin' life
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I lock myself in a room and I write
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Rhymes I could do a life-time
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When everything's relaxed
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and I'm in my right mind
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I sit still for months like a monk
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'til Buddha bless me and grant me
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with the wishes that I want
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I want a thesaurus with clairvoyants
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I rhyme for the enjoyment, my mind voyages
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Ever since the day that man evolved
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Scrapin' white chalk on candy walls
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From the Stone Age of neanderthals
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I've been writing
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[Hook x2]
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When I'm Writing
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Killah Priest |