Intro: Killah Priest
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Oh yeah. It's time for us to unite.
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All tribes. Uh. Hispanic brothers.
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Black brothers. Mexicano.
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Know why?
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Chorus: Killah Priest
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In the ways of the world today
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It's so easy us to stray away
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Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
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Material things keep us blind
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[Killah Priest]
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I hear the souls of the fallen soldiers
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Calling for Jehovahs, bitten by the king cobras
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And boa constrictors which convict ya
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Nothing but hoes in liquor stores
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Cops who handcuff us in the figure four
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I try to endure, but when it rains it pours
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Amongst the pure and the poor, I'm sure there's war
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Bless the child, born naked and wild
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Life hectic and foul, I used to watch crowds bow
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Until I was exiled from miles, must of landed reptiles
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And the gentles, trying not to lose the mental
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Abuse a gin for a while, taking straight shots
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Hold my brother behind the gates, locked
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Beat and backed by the state cops
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Stripped of our language, walked around nameless
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Amongst the strangest, a heart full of anguish
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Taught life is dangerous, devil 'copter aimed at us
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Society is to gain our trust, fuck a nine to five
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I squeeze the 95-0, watch 'em die slow
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Cuz you know that I know
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Chorus: Trebag
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In the ways of the world today
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It's so easy us to stray away
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Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
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Material things keep us blind
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[Trebag]
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Stop killing your own, hitting your peeps with sticks and stones
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Off the negative roams, is what the babies bring home
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Teach 'em self-condonment in the dome, make the brain a stronger bone
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Why pull a muscle in this tustle
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All your hell is a high kettle, burning cuz I'm black
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My realm is shillack, my wooden floor's got a crack
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Millonium, laced a strayed with the plutoneum, land mines I'm blowing 'em
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Nuclear geranium I aiming at 'em, grenades I'm throwing 'em
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Walking through my war field, you yield to my heal
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Regurgitate to a lead vile, when your ill
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I see the blood spill, aspirin needs the pill
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Chorus: Hell Razah
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In the ways of the world today
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It's so easy us to stray away
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Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
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Material things keep us blind
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[Hell Razah]
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This one is for my brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers
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Y'all money lovers, killing one another
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Some think the life of a millionaire's the way to go
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Chasing hoes through tunnels, streets, convertibles
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Go out and spend they dough on weed, cars, gold
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Expensive clothes, something black owns
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They pack chrome, kill where they live at
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Still got to go home, catch the jewels from the Macabees
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For tracks from my honeycomb ways of the world
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Got girls on they needs, shorties showing they privacy
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For a bag of weed, before she had a seed
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And bit off the greed off the money tree
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Can it be this world of simplicity, negativity runs the city
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Plus the slaves around me, like lost in king's county
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Like lost in king's county
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Chorus: Killah Priest
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In the ways of the world today
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It's so easy us to stray away
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Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
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Material things keep us blind
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