Текст песни Melodic Pt. 2 - Killah Priest , Hell Razah
Yo,
yo,
what
up,
son?
Yeah
Get
your
weed
and
your
Heineken
It's
melodic,
Yo,
yo,
who
got
a
stogie
on
them?
Priest...
I'm
dropping
the
Killah
Beloved
the
beloved
beloved
brothers
come
on
When
doves
cry
doobie
fly
Cooley
High
school
kids
Watching
White
Shadow
my
favorite
character
was
Coolidge
Movie
slides
the
shots
and
the
car
chase
My
favorite
was
Al
Pacino
in
Scarface
Cool
like
DeNiro
in
Casino,
old
Mob
tapes
It
made
my
heart
break
when
Fredo
ratted
on
his
brother
Michael
Godfather
2,
we
replayed
the
Don's
drama
in
school
Article
2,
my
16's
are
like
Billion-dollar
budget
movie
scene
on
big
screens
Al
Green
is
doing
my
themes
From
off
the
Greatest
Hits
which
is
my
favorite
disc
Play
it,
it
skips,
the
screens
burns
from
a
tiny
brown
hole
In
the
center
the
bulbs
pop
it's
the
picture
I
learned
to
handle
bars
on
the
mic
Before
I
handled
bars
on
the
bike,
I
hold
it
tight
Drug
dealers
homage
empty
promises
acknowledge
this
Broken
dreams
smoking
fiends
lying
on
the
roof
Some
are
nodding
with
the
belts
tied
around
they
arms
Out
cold,
pipes
still
in
they
palms
A
household
about
five
at
night
four
are
gone
To
roam
the
streets
around
Section
8
Here's
my
Offering
pass
around
collection
plates
Dreamers
dream,
melodic
flow
governed
by
Kings
Wings
of
a
phoenix
bird
take
up
my
words
And
peck
'em
down
to
a
compound,
observe
Refers
his
master
Stainless
glass
windows
of
ancient
black
Negroes
on
my
casement
My
visitors,
thug
niggas
hopping
out
of
spaceships
Like
"What
up
Priest?
We
just
swerved
across
your
spectrum"
Word,
had
Armani
spacesuits,
holding
two
bad
alien
birds
Saying
"Neek
neek
neek"
translated
means
"where's
the
herb?"
He
fucked
the
green
bitch,
I
took
the
blue
one
Up
in
some
alien
pussy
"Nigga,
save
the
crew
some!"
Yells
one
of
my
dogs
Just
came
home
from
Mars
He
was
up
in
this
bar
where
this
lizard
bitch
was
stripping
Bugging,
like
we
acid
tripping
Addicts
in
my
vision
The
scene
turns
like
it's
Claudine
James
Earl
Jones,
hot
combs
over
stoves
Dax
hair
grease,
a
rare
piece
of
footage,
hood
clips
Narrated
and
composed
by
the
Priest
Curtains
close
on
the
streets
The
score's
done
by
the
poor
but
the
pure
dreamers
Handwriting's
on
the
project
wall
Spray
painted
in
the
modern
day
Cuneiform
on
black
uniforms
You
might
meet
a
crackhead
that
made
it,
to
translate
it
He
can
tell
you
who's
fuckin'
with
broads,
and
who
related
But
you
gotta
know
the
ghetto
password,
so
he
could
say
it
In
the
Hood
we
turn
throwing
up
signs
into
a
language
Rather
blue
steel
or
stainless
guns,
we
gonna
buy
'em
Riots,
we
gonna
start
'em,
fuck
it,
they
got
problems
Pour
me
some
more
crushed
grapes
in
my
cup,
it's
envy
and
lust
It's
automatic
semis
we
clutch,
to
David
Ruff
We
carve
knives
out
of
elephant
tusks
Eleven
of
us,
then
build
about
the
angels
and
the
God
we
trust
1 The Offering (Intro)
2 Salvation
3 How Many
4 Uprising
5 Melodic Pt. 2
6 Priesthood
7 Inner G (Feat. Ras Kass, Canibus & Kurupt)
8 Ghetto Juzuz
9 The Offering
10 Truth B Told
11 Osirus Eyes
12 Stand Still (Feat. Blood Sport & Immortal Technique)
13 Happy
14 Essential
15 Bonus: (Till Thee Angles Come)
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