Chief Kamachi, Killah Priest - Closest lyrics
[Chief Kamachi, Killah Priest - Closest lyrics]
Yo, kneel down in prayer, nah
But I pretend to be
My ministry of L, class of hot Hennessey
Genius in the hood
We mastered coke chemistry
President love us
We get the dope from the Embassy
Sit on the stoop
Inhale and choke is a tendency
Judge gave the sentence, no repentance
Fuck the penalty
Sitting in cage, full of rage, fallen man
Think wit my ten year old mind
First sold a gram
Family starving, trying to do all I can
Waiting for the mystery millions to
Just fall in hand
Open my palms, barely getting fresh air
Scrabbling like my body allergic
To getting fresh gear
Six from the brown bag burning
Up your chest hair cold and brisk
Sign of somebody's death near
No light, last vision seen was the Tek flare
No night
Morgues ain't filled wit young blessed tears
Music is good, vividly reflect the death fear
Tombs talk, graveyards makes you respect fear
Blood on the stairway of heaven
Keeps the steps clear
Electrocuting put me in your next chair
Bang two cops, waiting for the next pair
If I die there'll be another me next year
Ghetto Gabr-el, can you save my shell?
Closest I get to heaven is when I blaze an L
Ghetto Gabr-el, can you save my shell?
I don't wanna spend another holy day in jail
I've been the author, teller
Composer of death
My best seller, got a load off my chest
Through the cobwebs of my cellar
The Goodfella
Picked from the hood to be a failure
Wit black shoes
Black suit's and black umbrellas
No God to help us
The devil provided his angels
And blood stained shoes from trampling
The bodies like wine press
God likeness, white divine dress
But makes yourself drunk from the
Blood of the righteous
I write this like stoned
Being caught by lightning
Clash of the Titans
I fight against her and the Vikings
Snake bitten by Great Britain
New Age System, Medusa is your ruler
She turns your city into cement jungles
I came from amongst you and your dumb schools
Waiting for you city to crumble
I pity the humble, love the aggression
Thug recession
Blood on my weapon and I hug it wit affection
But I pretend to be
My ministry of L, class of hot Hennessey
Genius in the hood
We mastered coke chemistry
President love us
We get the dope from the Embassy
Sit on the stoop
Inhale and choke is a tendency
Judge gave the sentence, no repentance
Fuck the penalty
Sitting in cage, full of rage, fallen man
Think wit my ten year old mind
First sold a gram
Family starving, trying to do all I can
Waiting for the mystery millions to
Just fall in hand
Open my palms, barely getting fresh air
Scrabbling like my body allergic
To getting fresh gear
Six from the brown bag burning
Up your chest hair cold and brisk
Sign of somebody's death near
No light, last vision seen was the Tek flare
No night
Morgues ain't filled wit young blessed tears
Music is good, vividly reflect the death fear
Tombs talk, graveyards makes you respect fear
Blood on the stairway of heaven
Keeps the steps clear
Electrocuting put me in your next chair
Bang two cops, waiting for the next pair
If I die there'll be another me next year
Ghetto Gabr-el, can you save my shell?
Closest I get to heaven is when I blaze an L
Ghetto Gabr-el, can you save my shell?
I don't wanna spend another holy day in jail
I've been the author, teller
Composer of death
My best seller, got a load off my chest
Through the cobwebs of my cellar
The Goodfella
Picked from the hood to be a failure
Wit black shoes
Black suit's and black umbrellas
No God to help us
The devil provided his angels
And blood stained shoes from trampling
The bodies like wine press
God likeness, white divine dress
But makes yourself drunk from the
Blood of the righteous
I write this like stoned
Being caught by lightning
Clash of the Titans
I fight against her and the Vikings
Snake bitten by Great Britain
New Age System, Medusa is your ruler
She turns your city into cement jungles
I came from amongst you and your dumb schools
Waiting for you city to crumble
I pity the humble, love the aggression
Thug recession
Blood on my weapon and I hug it wit affection