Killah Priest — Beauty Freestyle

[Chorus] If there's a cure for this I don’t want it, I don't want it And if there's a cure for this I don’t need it, I don't need it [Verse] Navigate with your mind with the mental emot' Let my words marinate while you pull off some smoke My life story had optional screams Browse through the street menu with a pencil, see me dressed as a king Many crucifixes dead from shooters and bitches All resurrect to the worlds that come from music conflictions And realest words roll off my tongue and Buddha just listens How are kings fathom doing double albums Took him out of the solemn gave him a robe and crowned him Now the angels are balanced, no longer surround him Get the Holy Water to douse him The streets said he was dead but to scared to pronounce him Top of the mountain, they unchain the falcon My pen is adored like king in camouflage Spree bobbing with bad seeds of Milton Bradley catalogue Filled with gangster with gangster with big toys And big trucks pulling up in the mystery of Babylon Thug Nebuchadnezzar never say never Die a thousand times a day, The Devil Wears Leather Unkind friendships, together we pray Ties were severed, do it like it was yesterday Niggas was battery operated, sadly was manipulated Hoods are over populated, guns are nickel plated Niggas flows is everywhere, I'm getting situated Many angels around the globe but God just picked his favorite I throw bars in the air, but y'all lack reception Who gave y'all bad direction I ask this question, "You mad I'm progressing?" Back with stealing the flow, composing our obsession Niggas lay on their confit to the Jesus coming I can smell the hate, it feeds my stomach I can read you young'uns, seeds of destruction Feed off my grapes of knowledge and receive instruction Niggas love the cushion of Brooklyn Love to feed off the words from Muslims Observe, we on the curb, disturb, I went through tragedies I’m Intelligent Hoodlum Could tell if he Shook One, intelligence book him My shit been Rohypnol since writing on walls Now when I rhyme it still seems like a draw But these coloring pads are brothers with masks that blast blood on the glass Or rich bitch smothered in glass Apple ass, chinky eye, thick lips, private jet Goons on the island guarding the fort SEC long clips It’s like a porno flick 'til I take you beyond the eclipse Show ’em God dimensions, where we really from? Planets that you never thought really exist A desert ship sailing beyond the compelling 'til my record skip 'til the record skip Skip skip We teach the culture, black gangster Noah Not a destroyer, but a builder and grower Hold up, slow the flow up, look over your shoulder, soldier It's the new Jehovah, may my mic toast ya And we feast in the splendor, the water, food for thought Remove the salt, the high blood pressure Hot flow for the ketchup, your ears is the fork Judge with the mic, unruly will perish Indestructible light of beauty I inherit My flows a natural pain killer for chemical niggas Invade your block system, shock wisdom A million times a second I have to draw Because the addicts are having withdrawals The cement breathe, the streets nods to the light’s snore Over armies, we the streets of war The bowls of the ghetto is nauseated Blast the MAC-10 aspirin suppressing the pain That's what I call gangster [Chorus] If there's a cure for this I don't want it, I don't want it And if there's a cure for this I don't need it, I don't need it...