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Killah Priest - Black August (Daylight) lyrics
[Intro: Killah Priest] Wassup, whats the deal? Feel so good tonight, heh heh Yo, this is the album right here, yeah Killah priest, I'm back I'm feeling good too Yeah, yeah Up in the house (yeah, waddup brooklyn) Right about now (waddup new york) Yo man (waddup cali) Yo (waddup midwest) I'm just ready to get into this Yeah (count em all down) So intimate I just cant believe I'm seein it with my own eyes on paper [Killah Priest] Yo, yo, yo Welcome to Black August This is the portrait of a poor kid That came to fortune Back before when I had nothin Just a pad busting dope rhymes like coke lines I carefully laid them out, then seperate them Then I would lace one It made my face numb Struck from a bass drum Then I would pass the pad like glass to my man And he would take some He used to shake from Overdosin, we both endulgin Eyes were bulgin, remaining focused But the brain was frozen It's the same as smokin We would just stand, just stare Film would appear, and tapes would start rollin It took us way back like a-tracks, it's so amazing My man used to say that, this ain't rap 'Priest, your lyrics, are too vivid' 'They more like pictures, you can feel it' 'Yo, you gifted', it flows like liquid, mystic I never witnessed such things as beautiful As unusual, like a musical [Chorus: Killah Priest] So say 'Black August', and that's the chorus It's so gorgeous, it's so beautiful, unusual And 'member y'all this is no rap These are moments captured on a kodak So hold that So say 'Black August', and that's the chorus It's that gorgeous, it's so beautiful, unusual And 'member y'all this is no rap These are moments captured on a kodak So hold that (So hold that, so hold that, don't hold back) [Killah Priest] Yeah, yo, yo Music fallin Like leaves in autumn I hope you caught one Please hold it close to you It's for the pupils, of the new school It's chicken noodles It's vitamins, rice and beans A nice cusine, you like it steamed Or broiled? Grab it like soil This mic is royal My pens a needle, my arms a notepad My thoughts a dope bag, my rooms a coke lab I cooked up tunes My homie smoked tash, and used to throw cash Out of born fishes, they want the raw lyrics Shoot or sniff it, you call it Alcoholics listen Smiling, while nodding off, mumblin 'This kid has talent' Then pass out, while spillin they quarts Then open up another gallon I smoke from a chalice, who wanna challenge? I spoke inbalanced Priest the magic man Presto, there goes your ghetto Colored, increase your level You gotta love it baby [Chorus] [Killah Priest] Yeah, uh huh, yeah I get em with the rhythm Twist em, spittin like exorcism A poets wisdom, give em vision, dialect Just listen, to productions Let it flush your system keep discussions To a minimum, watch me I'm winnin em Those imprisoned from the bling-bling Locked up like sing, sing Until I ginseng root Right into it like a fruit again Sight to the blind, speech to the mute, yeah [Talking: Killah Priest] It's all day man I can't believe what I'm hearin You know what I'm sayin? What I'm seein, it's beautiful I could go all day long, it's the life Yo, I could just keep going (Priest) Yeah, check it out, yo (Killah Priest, baby) [Killah Priest] My heart is jaded, star gazin, R rated Nickel-plated, manipulated It gets better when it ages So amazing, I say 'Amen' So majestic, emotions like a slow record It's like a epic, or a shiny necklace Catch me at the guestlist At Black August, check my performance I'm brainstormin, rain pourin, no need for umbrellas I'm tryna tell ya, best seller Thoughts angelic, soft like velvet Take off my helmet, the warriors home Like Centurions in Rome You know what I mean? I just zone I could go all day with this Just gimmie- where the hook at? [Chorus] [Fade out] |
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