[Intro: Killah Priest]
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Destination: ?
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Trapped in the dandie's lion with a pit of lions
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World crying, inside, what the fuck's goin on with me?
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What's goin on? What's goin on?
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Ugh! What's goin on? What's goin on?
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Yo, yo..
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[Killah Priest]
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Deep in the Water of life, I would fight
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Wearing turbens, purified up in the virgin
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Emerging the blood, would flood up the wombs
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The eggs hatch, and let loose, a fume
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Prophecized just like Jesus, writing Hebrew
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On the wall's of my mother's fetus
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Then I was swimming in the afterbirth
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Each chapter, each verse, got deeper, got worse
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The keeper, of laws, my brain, what saw
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The seeker, of tablets, preachers, would ban it
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The force, brought forth, the holiest, controlliest
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Slowly, takin me, into, the mental, orgasm
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Was 'jaculating, stimulating, relating to life
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Incubating, rotating around light beams
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Like creams, I was formed in the white dream
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Redeemed, like powder, outta, my maker
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Enter, nature, returned, the vapor
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Killah Priest, born in the pillar of yeast
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Lost in the miscarriage, the automatic of marriage
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Pow! Once ya live, ya die
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Ohh.. what is it? Is it a mystery?
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Did they mention me in history?
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[screams & deep inhaling]
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[Hell Razah]
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I was born alone, begun from blood, skin and bones
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To the mind, body, soul hunter, creating poems
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For immature brain cells, trapped in confusion, I ruin your mental
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I sent that ass to Hell and tell the devil that I sent you
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I react like a reflex, protected by God
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Bringin life to the brain-dead, diggin deeper than the graveyard
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The stick that you walk with, I broke a long time ago
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There's nowhere to hide when I stalk like a shadow
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Everyday somebody dies, somebody else is born
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A chain reaction, life's a cycle like plastic
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I practice, ghetto bastards I'm givin caskets
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Innocent, murderous is what you don't expect
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While secret Satan agents be livin off your death
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I'm already a waitin victim to an unknown death trap
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Hell is gettin hot, is it too late for me to sweat that?
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The killah team, guillotine get chopped where your heads at
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In order to get revenge ya got to pass my dead end
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I use your best friend to set ya up for me to win
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To put the blood inside my pen to write my next sin
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Then again, the beast from within, it just possessed
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It leads me to kill, then I'm left with your bloody mess
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I seem insane, since semen my brain been gained
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Like Monopoly, but there's no way of stoppin me
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[sounds of struggling/moaning]
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[Prodical]
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I die slow, struggled in the wounds of evil
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My technicality wins a race based on reality
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Everyday is still a revolutionary thrill
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The war's in the streets, bodies floatin down the bloody river
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Terror, livin in this present day and era
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Caged in the belly of the beast, thoughts of a killah
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The duty of a wise man, prophecized, civilize the savage
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Yeast, I generate heat from the East
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Repells revelation, livin in revelation
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The Sunz of Jacob shall fill the power of the nation
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Created, situated, on physical plains, originated
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From drops of sperm, the black germ
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I come with the scientifical techniques and masses
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The methods of madness, psycho wrath of gases
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Burnin through flesh, deteariatin brain cells
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Waves radiate as I escape the channel of Hell
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The arsenal, one Prodigal, Sun of Man
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Stalks the fuckin land with evil, various plots and plans
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The wicked lashes shall buries us inside time and matter
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I write chapters through the raptures of disaster
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[screams of pain & laughter]
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[Shabazz the Disciple]
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Trapped in a long dark tube, fightin for exsistence
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Absorbin stressful germs as I travel the distance
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Eternally locked in a cell in the form of sperm
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Doing life, mental strife, evil semenal germ
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Swimmin through revengeful cycles, accumlatin arches
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Killin of the sperm cells, illuminatin darkness
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Stranglin 'em with my tail, absorbin life from semen
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When I was born I came out screamin and blasphemin [laughs]
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Cryin in blood, spittin at the figure of Christ on the holy ?
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See, since the sonogram I was diagnosed to be cursed
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Doctors administered stress, I'd be born i |