Killah Priest — Think Priest Good Thoughts

[Verse 1] It’s like poison love, cruel deception Whose direction, fools love affection, Vaccine goo injections A satellite dish above where pharaoh might sit Carol with a white pimp, took a sniff of nose candy Eyes low hoe said those are family And said she’s chasing the 38 worlds the lord promised her A lost black girl posing in front of the photographer Could have been the one in front of the teleprompter Or exploring our world from helicopters Now she’s under the care of medical doctors Savior day saints, latter of prayers, gangster give thanks Got ‘em out of them stairs, which way is paradise? The shooter gave him bad advice A drug user grab the pipes, let his steam dream the promised land Abandoned angels with harps in their hands The blind deception of man ‘cause when them drugs go away He’s still hugging them graves, you’re still rubbing those grays On your beard, asking God why you’re still here Your hand print in vomit and beer Shedding tears ’til they siphon from off your beard Daddy’s home, come here Word sincere, my man built on this paragraph By seeing the spacecraft pass over the city like God’s hand [Hook] Just think Priest Believe in me [Verse 2] Quantum leap with Roman and Moses Farrakhan speak, a nation that’s the chosen President’s impeached, he faces the omens Divine radiance, a pillar of clouds The streets is the craziest, a killer brought down Shooting wild, ladies hit, “That dude is a clown” My man said wiping off the baby shit, "What we do now?" Abraham never died, it’s about grand entrance and birthright We lost tribes, double 9s Bullet proof vests and a cup of wine I got the word from father divine, the smartest shall shine The ghetto’s a picture painted by an artist who’s blind Provocative rhymes, me and Pac is in line I’m David’s heart and Jesus’ flesh and Solomon’s spine My conscience is accomplice to the secrets of the redeemer The coffin of Joseph, Imhotep In depth, come and sit with my soldiers [Hook] Just think Priest Believe in me [Verse 3] I’m a conversator with government crooks, clean brothers with bad looks Street philosophers, readers of Jacob books Don’t hang around gossipers, but niggas who can tell if you shook, ghetto patriarch The rap thought X7, he break ‘em apart, he sniping their marks Heard he was a sergeant, silent bullets placed in his heart Night goggles while they’re sniping up hollows Better tomorrow, ghetto apostle Saw the Devil tryna steal god souls Dark flows show you ghostly as he's embraced the hands of the presence Pleasant priest, divine king or shepherd My homie rest his head on Solomon sentence Woke up the next day, sparked the L and spoke in godly dimensions [Break] So where we at? [Hook] Just think Priest Believe in me