Killah Priest - Crop Circles lyrics

rate me

The Democrats never came to my lab or visit my schools

Not cool, I showed up with street dudes to funerals

Can't name a politician I ever took a flick with

Just reminiscing skeptics leave it or accept it

Just listen; president never checked my report card

Television screen keep flashing the sports car

At 16 the rappers on my wall inspired me to floss hard

The newspaper blowing in the wind over the courtyard

Just one more day written on the face of that cross guard

Lil shorties give each other dap

The same time drug dealers reaching for their gat

The same time the fiend head steam up his crack

The same time the lil girl leans on her back

It's just a vine virtues thru the crime hurdles

Sacred topic when I drop it, this is Crop Circles

I use to look at magazines and rap teams, they had millions

Thoughts came to me by the zillions

What if I had that cash?

I probably built a spacecraft made of gold and windows with stained glass

Or recover Christ bones, turn my hood into Rome

Parades every other day, I turn my bed into a throne

But this what happened, a few cats while I was rapping

Knew I had the law of attraction, towards broads I was a magnet

They were frauds, plus I had my own fashion

I was flashing, fellas got jealous

Instead of them seeing my record in plastic

They rather see me wrecked in a casket

Told me if I got rich that would be it

I redesigned the hieroglyph, tried to outlaw the microchip

Try to buy a mothership, loving it

I bring Michael Jackson back

But this time with the diamond in his lap

Getting tattoos, cursing in his interviews

Blowing purple, just don't stop

The wisdom I drop just call the Crop Circles

Peanut butter and jelly, because knuckles and scully

Blame the president, we thought ephedrine was healthy

Jehovah Witness youth at the door

Reagan never cared; he only scared us with nuke and the war

A congresses are convicts, what y'all screwing us for?

I was loose with the jaw; assistance prepared a noose for the poor

Oprah Winfrey never gave us a call

She gives houses away to her audience

What if I'm out in the hall?

Old black man join lodges, young man wear camouflages

Attention to their sergeants, and my sentence is where God is

Essential in my essence, they call 'em the Prophet

But y'all call 'em the artist

Just some virtue, subway train, the Broadway & Myrtle

Look at the seeds grow up into Crop Circles