Killah Priest - Murdah Murdah At Dawn lyrics

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Whaddup Woool?

Yeah, they don't know nuttin bout this war shit

It's Priest nigga! Woool whaddup?

Test 'em, tear drops, violent times of war

Hell or love? Bones crush silently

Flesh pierced from swords

Heads roll over rose peddles

Horse stands on hind legs

Here come the hero, old rebels comin' brigades

Nine sprayed their champagne bottles

The boy-man the slave follows

Cartels wave the ammo

New Angles hollows

Apostles drop the wood floors

The rope on the neck stop, they fall

Victory for all

The gull, whorish harlots

Above the stars zips

I pan down to the projects

A murdah in progress, it's heartless

Words bounce off the tongue, unload the cartridge

Monsters, the widow beats on they chest

Weaves those killers from the worlds beyond the flesh

Statue stands naked, a ball in his palm

Over the pawn, the silencers whisper murdah at dawn

It goes murdah murdah, kill kill kill

Suicide notes, lines of coke in the bill

Street life, live like a warrior, grab the steel

But know that the gods always build

Posted up attractable niggas

Durable guns like action figures

With threats that's loose on they tongues

Destruction with long strath that hang

Gats in they pants

With a stance like they belong in the frame

Eyes scrollin' up the blocks lookin' for cops

Wild niggas holdin' their glocks

Gamblin' niggas blowin' they guap

Smart niggas know when to stop

Rechargeable niggas poppin' up after some years

Did five in the tier

Strong words he let it hold in the air

So many menus of holes he been through

Streets continues

Just some jewels for your mental

Amongst a heart that holds cold of larcenies

Arms that squeeze

Cat-scans and different brands of weed

Gangstas paradise, palms of green

Investigate a murdah weapon

Detective burn his injection

Infected the hood with wide spectrum

No suspects, the rest, just the blood on the dress

Polygraph, analysts took the handprints of death

Lie detectors, scanners in the eye retina

Shootouts with cops fleeing with the cash register

Clouds of letters spell WAR

Bullets shatter the arm

Gunmen lingers, the hood looks like the battle in Nam

Priest look like the Pharaoh turned God