Killah Priest — Original

Lost footage, organic bullets Guns are plant-based, make the evil man erase Planet of the apes Hammer off the safe Gluten free shooting spree Black film on paper Movie features, gangsters, drugs and nudity Top-cast as my dad, lots of cash and jewelry Mementos of Jim Crow I pencil in an intro The music comes in real slow “All I Do” by Stevie Wonder Fading off to Donna Summer I feel love, table full of drugs My moms rolling up the vacuum plug The doorbell buzz, it’s the fuzz Warrants for my elder sister Usеd to be our baby sitter Now she a fеlony committer It’s hell for niggas I wish her health was richer All we had was high street IQs We read the Bible, I had a high chair view Right next to me was my nephew We both there ’til death do A roach on the wall, window open Outside, you can hear ‘em playing handball Down apartments was reggae and dancehall My eyes kept moving back and forth towards the hanger on the TV ‘cause Spiderman was on My moms love her whisper songs And the beat goes on The lemon and the lime align in my glass of vodka like my chakras Crown is purple like grape juice The roots is red like the tip of the blunt on the ganja, passed by the rasta He blows out the gas, no ethanol Just stress as he pause He said, “man, I only accept text messages, no calls,” then blew out what was left in his jaws Aromatic magic of indica, it’s set in the halls Then he hit it once, maybe twice more We row-dawgs so I gave my pour We dapped to that We both grew up in a habitat you either bagging crack or it’s battle rap We grew up where the addicts are at To catch a vibe, sometimes I travel back I’m a ritual individual I walk the street ’til my shadow turns into light and ’til my body becomes invisible It’s all spiritual Some call me mystical Others think I’m mythical Wait, you’ll never find something like me or nothing identical For I am original