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Correct Maccabean Revolt Lyrics
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[Daddy Rose] Hasmonian Dynasty, Maccabean Revolt Come down on you, Masada arose the beloved Daddy Rose, Prodigal Sunn, Masada the eagle scholar Back to P stone nation, Red Dawn to the death, nigga Violins play, Rose petals fly in the wind Mans bargaining with fallen angels but he dies in his sin The world is in chaos, many try to pretend I stop smoking weed now I get high off my pen Grandma's alcoholic she might die off the gin Devil smirks I grab a gun and blow off his grin I spend my days inhaling in the sun rays Thirsty youth in my hood just escape the gun blaze No more church on Sundays, just wake on Mondays He didn't value his life now six feet my son lay's I study chi-kung cultivate my energy and become The cosmic light of the slums I heal the mind reveal how many slugs in your nine Dark clouds cover my soul, but my thuggin's divine Black love, white glove black doves Egyptian Queens fine wine's and back rubs Black thugs [Hook x1. 5: Killah Priest] Black P stone, Maccabean Revolt Sunz of the Rose, to this world folds, guns will blow [Killah Priest] Project hallways fulled with broke niggas Broken bottles of malt liquor, and coke sniffs Ers, dope dealers and drug users with crack lighters We thought we made it, but somewhere shit backfired "Ds" pointing gats at tires, read the history on the black Messiah Judges burning niggas and scorching their souls When I walk I come across the fork in the road Next to the black hawk on the pole Hear the voice of the crow, when the wind blows It gives me goose bumps and makes me tremble Project temples with shattered windows Street renaissance, thugs released on prison bonds Become icons in gold chains and tote ions Heart of the lion, hear the harps of Zion Honey lips to sour words from bitter tongues We live in slums, niggas pull the triggers on their guns From day to night, the grave sight Where snakes appear shed fake tears Ghetto, seeds born with gray hair Trying to escape from here it might take years Priest modern day Shakespeare [Hook x2] [Sauldin] I cut the world off from within the pain in my pen Got me written scribe did my feather in blood Niggas fuckin up so I remain cold inside From the pain but I still strive From my brothers slain in the street Ordain in the ghetto and hang Bang with the finest, steppin out of caskets Or line us up kill for the kindness The dimmest broads turn states evidence on small times I use smoke L's like chimineys, search for the remedy Till my pain friendly fire let the devil in me Every minute feels like infiniti Time I trapped in it like enemy fire in the city Of hope surrounded by dead energy, fallen Elohim who beam rocks To bitches who sip Henney on the rocks Who would kill me for pennies That's why wherever my gun points black crows follow my hollow point Thee unconscious acts of the soul Harness trapped in my conscious no parole No control over the soul Inward fight to fight for control of my soul [Hook x4]
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