Testo Goodbye - Killah Priest feat. Solstice
Testo della canzone Goodbye (Killah Priest feat. Solstice), tratta dall'album Darkness Won't Stop Me
Good morning America
It's Killah Priest back at ya
Feeling good tonight
Priesthood, Big U in the house, Solstis
We gon' do this, stay focused
Yeah, I feel it
Yeah, yo, yo
The mouth and tongue of Malcolm
Telling my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and rate my album
This is the judgement, vacate the island
Billions will start wildin'
The feeling of violence will have trillions in silence
I'm watching the news, Arabs against Jews
They bombing the schools, political fools
Liberal move is all confused
Guns used instead of peace talk
Fuck this world, I ride for Z-ork
Pass the heat off, I blast the Farrakhan
And overthrow Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
I'm 'bout to email Fidel
Tell him meet me on the DL
No longer a free world
Think of Che Guevara
This be the days of terror
Solstice
Oh shit, amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Saving slaves from another body found
Yo, we bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep
Weaving heat instead of peace
Struggle to eat and breathe
Unsheath metal swords before we speak to teach
Shake my head in disbelief
Forty one shots, a young brother deceased
Gunned down by police, there's still no justice, no peace
So fuck the police, listen I won't repeat
Ignorance leaks like back streets of sickness, disease
In our weakness we bleed, deceive to believe
In this modern Eden, we Eve
Conceived through this belly, we beast
Night feast off words from Priest, the Levite
These laws of Canaanites
We strive to rise like height
But through hate, we overweigh our fate
And fall like meteorites, despite the self-sacrifice
We still fight these parasites for birthrights
Two-five M-I, three-six the degree, Fahrenheit
In the dark like midnight, these words I recite
I once was blind but now I... see the light
Freedom fight from prisons sprung from religion
Taught by elders, the system failed us
No one to help us
Priest and his Priestess
We sit on thrones judging Egypt
Peep the eclipse, the shadows cover the moon
The devils govern the fools
They stubborn the jewels
Pearls before swine
I quiz them, they need more time
Seek the wisdom, free your mind
From the cobras, it's Priest and Solstice
We came to teach the culture
We can stand the heat like vultures
Open your wings, the soul of a king
Song of a queen, don with the rings
Bow and kiss him
If he's a fraud then strip him
From all his badges, greet him with daggers
We more than rappers, we the masters
Even after, World War Three
The war of intelligence, the court of self-defense is common sense
Third corridors, the drug store
Mental explosive leave scars with no evidence
Dense minds outlined in chalk
The refined walk and rise again, like cocks
A resurrection that rocks sacrilegious, intravenous
Take my name in vain, clinically insane
Hold secrets, mentally slain for their repentance by the government
Holding the third commandment
Who's the man sent? Modern Lazarus
Hands wake the nation
It's revelations, I'm taking medication
My head is aching
I've been buying weapons since the eleventh
Stars and stripes versus star and crescent
God blessing, be a soldier
I gotta speak out on Oprah
I'm under siege, I grab my gun and fatigues
Leave, my woman and seeds, hundreds shall bleed
I speak, blunted from weed
Do y'all really want peace or y'all wanna see war?
Crates of candles or crates of C-4?
Why they rich and why are we poor?
If we Jacob, do that make him Esau?
Is Colin Powell really Bush's Igor?
Why did terrorists attack the entire Eastern seaboard?
Who taught them if they kill theyselves
They'll receive Allah's rewards?
We need to read more
Priest, I rap with razor blades on the side of each jaw
In the millennium, war against Palestinians
The century is done, plenty of guns
Plenty of bombs, many shall come
In my name, a homeless man riding the train
Day and night, leaving my head with migraines
It's the atomic age, you either smoking chronic or saved
The blood of Jesus, accept the concept
Martin Luther King, he had a dream
Gunshots create a smokescreen
We throwing concrete
I wear a bandana like the Panthers
Dragged in court with my handcuffs
It is real as the Masonic seal on the dollar bill
Conspiracy theories that got Kennedy killed
Or the secret governments, blood and crypt, worldwide
Look at the future through your third eye, goodbye
It is real as the Masonic seal on the dollar bill
Conspiracy theories that got Kennedy killed
Or the secret governments, blood and crypt, worldwide
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