Killah Priest - Drama lyrics

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The journey, peninsula, states of a cruel emperor

Pay ya tax or axes from the Knight Templar

The Anglo-Saxon of rapping, for me it gets extraneous

Men to trust, put ya ear to my paper while my pen discuss

The silent fall of a righteous kingdom, the cries of freedom

The scare speech of the boy king, would the crowd receive 'em?

The nervous Senator, would the people believe 'em?

The government getting dressed ready to deceive 'em

The lost and found let us bury treasures in the ground

Empire's sack, behead 'em with the crown

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The picture shows the image of a man leaving a swamp

Towards an old Church, that said where a ghost once haunt

The kid writing his lyrics guided by spirits

Godlike appearance in armor, so light ya ganja

The persona of the music is horror

When I write it's an honor, it conjures drama...

Drama...

It conjures drama

It's drama

I came back to where rap was first prosecuted

Made merciless music, more ruthless with murderers influence

But with a smooth kick, that in Church boy can groove with

So light up the L's, I build thunder in the skies over hell

And the oceans for the lost souls to go in

When a hot coals take over their skin, the Omen's approaching

One Savior, one slogan, one prayer, one potion

I'm in his layer, the slayer, here comes his goatman

What type of life is this for a made star?

My A&R wishes to see me in the graveyard

The president of rap music put me in his radar

Hire goons to start shooting, but I'm a quasar

Priest is smarter, if we kill 'em, he'll just be a martyr

My leg kneel, better take words aligning my chakras

Tried to get me like Michael Jackson

A disciple of rapping, lyrics spin and slide

We'll walk a psycho with passion

Comma, contrast, Contra, dondra

Drugs, llamas, hundra, it's drama...

It's drama

The Beast within eat at my skin

Come out of my flesh, break through my neck

But what? The Beast has something lurking in him

It searches through his limbs, it tears through his fur

It glances at the Earth, but what lies inside of it is something worst

It comes out of his hooves, than runs in the woods

Holding his stomach cause his lungs feel full

Than it howls like a wolves, it burst open

Here comes the Shogun, I saw the piece to show men

He's golden, deep, speaks words exploding

Black ho's are born, wind-pool's form

Meteor storms, Mars grows corn

Monster man throw blows than grows horns

My words are tetrahydrocannabinol

Your brain's the sword, I plant in you all

Chew feel the mouth like cannon balls

I shoot at ya insanity walls

All ya vanity, humanity falls

It's just some thoughts for the marijuana

Just some payback for ya comma

A shell to protect ya armor

I just call it drama...

Drama...

It's drama

I just call it drama

Drama...

I write drama

What made 'em write like this?

What made 'em make beats like this?

What makes 'em rock like this?

I hold the mic like this! What!? !

It's drama

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Priest!