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Griselda

Uhh, smokin' to the face
That's the ways of a loner had shootouts
Cops clean the blood stains with ammonia
Before I had a job, got paid

Pigmentation, annunaki blood
Who just wanted to make ya
Astral project plug outta the matrix
You fake fucks plagiarists
I make a whore drop drugs with my cranium

It's all of the world that we dance for  (We dance for)

Flying out the gates with angels by my back
Blood is on the floor coz the devil's in my tracks

a vest yeah
I’m gone put these Nike’s on yo head
Just like a check yeah
I’m gone make a hit song
Collect all the bread yeah
Drop it on yo head yeah
Making

dream
Our love will dissipate with the steam

Overwhelmed by flames and sparks
I'm dreaming of your drops
My tears are only liquid wax
Which hardens in

must drop to their knees
Cause everything in every realm is under Christ's feet
And Christ is in me so I live like an armada
But if I don't speak it out

bitch
Pinky transformed to a demon with a higher pitch
And i'm shitting bricks my arms are shaking rapidly
Looking at my soul and tells me drop the bass

Pale as rain, sometimes empty as a parking space
sometimes translucent, sometimes the same
sometimes expressive as a sheer drop, cliff face.

I

drops of essence on the tomb
I must serve the darkest savior
Do her biding on this night
See the blood drenched moon, Lifeless corpse takes shape
Look

inside that safe of yours, so you can savour those last blood drops. 
There's no such colours in the world that would describe my bitter end, I only hope

sign
Yuh nuh have no connection to de true vine
Yuh nuh notice how me lyrics dem craftly design
A shame hypocrite like yuh affa frontline
I'm anointed by

retardant(retartded)
They talking on me 
I'm not so sorry 
For leveling up,like this craft 
I'm owning it 
Down to the last drop of blood 
I give it my all 
There's not

white buttoned-up shirt
You’re so gorgeous it hurts
To cleanse my soul, set the cabin on fire
And then this whole camp could burn

Pass out by a drop

just stealing my back
Root of the tracks
My route retracking
Tracking you back
His hands are empty, he
Used to have plenty

I've worked hard and hard

build the future, by referencing the past
I say that as I watch a sail boat drop mast
And To my loves, I pen this conjuncture
To complete the epitome

the truth can't make it up
Yo bullshit I don't had enough
Telling lies they acting tough
By myself I'm feeling great
I'm on my job can't hesitate
say you want

she always call me bae aye aye
Walking round in Giuseppe's the ones without no lace aye aye
Sliding round in the O street and I drop the top in

He ran up on a chop he's a boxer 
(Pow right in the kisser)
This a stick, this a drum, I'll drop some nigga 
(Pow right in the kisser)
I'ma shoot

moon ripe nosebleeds
I nurse these festering wounds
And drop rose seeds
But grow an orchid garden
Now the paint on your portrait hardens with
A face that

Fuck Tha Police

Dope

Felons and Revolutionaires [Bonus Track]

1999

path
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a blood bath
Of cops dyin' on my way

Yeah, I got somethin' to say
Fuck tha police 
Fuck tha police

Hard Times

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her

goes
Frozen the gold, gold
Where did you go?
Little fucked up as I head for the door
So cold
Blood in my soul shooting to the dome
Hitting

the be fighting over who got next
And that's a product of the blood sweat and tears
I put into this once I finally finished chugging them beers

Rocky Road To Dublin

The High Kings

The High Kings

2008

her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight me