All Been Buried
[Chief Kamachi]Yo, I still be scheming off loss I can takeMy kids be screaming wit more sauce on their plateDollar rice and gravy, not a T-bone steakFrom the "Keystone State", see the chrome scrapeFamily of dope dealers will be at home tapeDon't black mask again, lie and waitMy old school .38 beside your fateIt's the mind of black prisoners behind the gateDon't know nothing but straight cutting and the grind I makeAnd it's so raw; they snort every line I shakeIt's that classic killa wax kept inside the crateIt's a soundtrack for hell in every rhyme I makeI gotta bond wit the block, burden to the angelsProject Mary wearing silver and gold Bengal'sIn a dirty white robe, wit the hair all tangleGoing to jail or hell, cuz of my murderous angles(Chorus) Priest 4xLife and Death is like a carnival in cemeteriesAin't nobody left that's honorable they all been buried[Killah Priest]I drank your wrath and ate your violenceSwallowed destruction, now guzzle my pain by gallonsPraying in silence, my brain is an insane asylumLet's take a train thru the vains of SodomI came from the bottomLike a tree when it springs in autumnI came in crawlingA day in August and we stayed bossingTill we stay flossing, till we laying in coffinsI wash my face wit bluntsClean my hairs wit the stories of the niggas that the streets fearedBrush my teeth wit corruption The comet is coming, the projects is crumblingStunning, I stared in the mirrors of muralsI saw death in peril, Michael and Uriel, attending his burialWashed my shirt wit tearsSplashed my shoes wit beersWe the last ones here(Chorus) Priest 4x[Chief Kamachi]Yeah, emerald coffins, sprinkling of amatheistNo offense but bury me like I am the Christ - of the streetsThey promise paradise for the price of a peachAnd it's right in your reachYour devil decorators gave us somewhere nice to sleepThe medic exam rum brick or ice on your feetLook at the clouds draped in a shroudThunders, just a sound of spirits mumble and loud[Killah Priest]Call us the Ghetto Kabbalah, unforgettable dramaIt's either medical doctors or the federal box usThe devil just watch us, rose pedals are dropping on casketsStole Yaqub's ash, placed 'em in caratsNow I can see Israel shine every time when I'm writing these tabletsIn the heat of the madness, I still bring magic like Jesus in NazarethKamachi & Priest, see that's a classic Believe it and that's it, we write deep graphics(Chorus) Priest 4x