Killah Priest - Don't Stop lyrics

rate me

It's amazin' how I just won't stop

The heathens come with their plots

Mixtapes I drop, then another one

I give it away for free cause it comes from me

Fuck it, we got more in stock

As space expands, heaven and hell expands

The more souls, the more it grows

I created my plan, I'm a kill the devil Friday evenin'

Come back with all his horns for souvenirs

Murder all his demons, his followers prepare for war

I'm comin' with this word, bullets and more

The game don't wanna recognize me no more

Fine, I'll pull a pluck from the wall

Puffy and those niggas gettin' paid off

I tried being humble, but now I'm gon' AWOL

These stars are controlled by a dark force

They hate the light of Christ

That's why I'm not in the page of the Source

Wassup Nas? Join the team, fight against the evil regime

His soul seems torn; don't know who to put on

Well come with us, and join with the side of the Elohim

Wassup Ghost? I hear your soul

I know you wanna put your hands around the devil's throat

Two year plan, I'll bring back the Son of Man

{Two year plan, I'll bring back the Son of Man}

Fuck the devil and his team, blum-blum-blam

Where those brothers on the blocks, Google up God

It's God radio, so what's the ratio?

Squeak wide spectrum, sisters I need more then ever

{Sisters I need more then ever}

{Sisters I need more then ever}

It's Run DMC touger then ever

I got more then one mac on me tucked under the leather

Hold your head, don't play into the media

Tabloids said they don't want your media

Fuck the skinny bitch, I want y'all thick

Unless y'all skinny with brains then who give a fuck anyways

Radio was my crown of thorns, I ain't proud to put on

Turn the volume all the way up, still didn't sound too strong

Pink hero rappers, won't be around that long

You just a clown for the storm

Fizzles break on the skull of crystal

Bite down to the grizzle, may I continue

Mourn to menu my mind grows like the electric shell or the UFO

It keeps expandin', like the hole is warmin' up the globe

God's house has a million stairs, twelve attics

And one of them you'll find me writin' in there

Walk out the front to the Garden of Eden

Niggas is starvin' or eatin'

It's time to start robbin' and squeezin'

Give Priest a couple of seconds

I rebuild heaven on records

Check it, blow weapons at the face of the old presses

Pass us the glass, seen by the eyes of the mass

It took me seven days to create each line

Took me seven hours to rehearse this rhyme

Just seven minutes till we design

Seven seconds to reach ya minds

DMX in jail, holla at me dawg

{Holla at me dawg}

Thru it all I see who you are

Real niggas do real things

Fake niggas don't want people to see

They hide, fuck it, be who you was born to be

Why lie? Everybody wanna seem like they innocent

You switch sides, nigga live with it

Real niggas be like this is what I did

This is who I am, this is how I live

My pockets seem small but my heart and my soul feel big

My heart and my soul feel big