Chief Kamachi, Killah Priest - All Been Buried lyrics

Yo, I still be scheming off loss I can take
My kids be screaming wit more
Sauce on their plate
Dollar rice and gravy, not a T-bone steak
From the "Keystone State"
See the chrome scrape
Family of dope dealers will be at home tape
Don't black mask again, lie and wait
My old school 38 beside your fate
It's the mind of black
Prisoners behind the gate
Don't know nothing but straight cutting
And the grind I make
And it's so raw they snort
Every line I shake
It's that classic killa wax
Kept inside the crate
It's a soundtrack for hell in
Every rhyme I make
I gotta bond wit the block
Burden to the angels
Project Mary wearing silver
And gold Bengal's in a dirty white robe
Wit the hair all tangle
Going to jail or hell
Cuz of my murderous angles

Life and Death is like
A carnival in cemeteries
Ain't nobody left that's honorable
They all been buried

I drank your wrath and ate your violence
Swallowed destruction
Now guzzle my pain by gallons
Praying in silence
My brain is an insane asylum
Let's take a train thru the vains of Sodom
I came from the bottom
Like a tree when it springs in autumn
I came in crawling
A day in August and we stayed bossing
Till we stay flossing
Till we laying in coffins
I wash my face wit blunts
Clean my hairs wit the stories of
The niggas that the streets feared
Brush my teeth wit corruption
The comet is coming
The projects is crumbling
Stunning, I stared in the mirrors of murals
I saw death in peril, Michael and Uriel
Attending his burial
Washed my shirt wit tears
Splashed my shoes wit beers
We the last ones here

Yeah, emerald coffins
Sprinkling of amatheist
No offense but bury me like I am
The Christ - of the streets
They promise paradise for the
Price of a peach
And it's right in your reach
Your devil decorators gave us
Somewhere nice to sleep
The medic exam rum brick or ice on your feet
Look at the clouds draped in a shroud
Thunders, just a sound of
Spirit's mumble and loud

Call us the Ghetto Kabbalah
Unforgettable drama
It's either medical doctors or
The federal box us the devil just watch us
Rose pedals are dropping on caskets
Stole Yaqub's ash, placed 'em in carats
Now I can see Israel shine every
Time when I'm writing these tablets
In the heat of the madness
I still bring magic like Jesus in Nazareth
Kamachi & Priest, see that's a classic
Believe it and that's it
We write deep graphics