Killah Priest — The Document

Look through my telescope again and see the dope on my lens See past the crack, all the coke, all the drug kingpins Look past the killers, all the real niggas gassin’ they buildings Stashed in apartments or the park benches, rich with squealers And feelers searching the block on who got rocks They know who got shot and who got knocked, cruise with the cops Mean mugging, teens, young’uns in front of they buildings where the fiends come in They cease hustling Street struggling It rains with god tears for six long years It’s crazy, they puttin’ hits on their peers Fiery wave go through the ghetto Before you let them throw the book at you, take a page from the rubble Bloods and Crips adornments What time is it? What causes earthquakes? Clips assortments Some ears have ministered angels Somebody’s beginning to shank you But them angels save you You thankful There’s vampire demons Murdering and lying demons Filthy spirits, the reverend try to clean ‘em Underworld is czars and bosses Cigars are torch lit beneath the portrait There’s black cars and Porsches The lost tribes in the wilderness of North America Ancestors cross that area More the merrier More the scarier Where the mob will bury ya Goons and terriers Devil’s disciples with crosses and fork symbols and emeralds that resemble the grand large temples of templates of [?] of Scottish rights Gothic likes hang over the stone streaks where there creeps a drone priest Chrome meets conflicts The cons click Some don shit His arm hit Raincoat, called his conglomerates Train smoke right above the monument He had the documents Eyepatch, a wise cat lie back and peep it Check the secret Now he’s blindfolded, on the bridge, 9’s open and blew his wig Before he died he took out five soldiers Crime’s over, detectives got his dental records from his rental wreckage A Lexus is hectic I guess they wanna send a message Dirty work of the devil’s shepherd Desperate Yellow tape below the bridge around the lake Ghetto state These are the breaks Black and white seeds are murdered No traces of the killer’s burner What’s even further, the streets is filled with unsolved mysteries Once triggers squeeze, it’s meat freezers or a dirty river or the cleaver It’s pimps, money, lust and divas Skanks, ballers and bucket two seaters