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Killah Priest - When I'm Writing lyrics
[Intro : Killah Priest] I just zone out When I'm Writing Yo [Killah Priest] The weed is lit it's given like an Indian gift Passed around in a cipher 'til the bitches need pullin' tighter Put out the fire Blow out clouds of stress Now's the test who's the first to talk crazy? You cough, maybe the weed is still in your lungs You beat ya chest 'til that feelin' will come You high, viewin' a cipher behind your own eyes Sayin' stupid shit, but to others you wise Me, on the other hand I zone Find a little spot to myself 'til I feel I'm alone Talk to angels with black wings, silver halos Build with Gabriel the Messenger I'm Hugh Hefner, with long robes in a porn show, women with pretty toes the dizziest ho's Then I turn romantic, write in sanscript I put on my vision that I see inside my pen Black-out is When I'm Writing [Hook x2 : Killah Priest] When I'm Writing Flows go through me right into my pen When I'm Writing It's the artist within When I'm Writing I'm in tune with the Solomon books When I'm Writing It's more than just a song and a hook [Killah Priest] My pen's a crayon with coloring books, displayin' chaos The black seyance, with the ink pores radared Age quasars explorin' where the mind caves are A riches being dug from a keys graveyard It's the inscription written on Egyptian clay jar I write rhymes like I'm doing time Listen, when I hit the pen I start doing the sickest I got the flow locked behind each bar And if I get too wild You can throw me in the box of ya car, it's not that far My pen's an airbrush, thrown over ya favorite sweater My notebook's leather, I write with a feather My pages look like a Renaissance painting Visions of St. John's conquerin' Satan All made from my imagination It's Priest, Lord, the Bishop of Vikings When I'm Writing [Hook x2] [Killah Priest] The way that I write, it's like a painting I put on aprons and brush my ink pen across the palette Stare at the projects 'til I see somethin', then write about it My pad's a canvas, filled with anthems And words from the black panthers to crack scramblers, to crack gamblers to gat handlers, to cats in handcuffs Doin' life I lock myself in a room and I write Rhymes I could do a life-time When everything's relaxed and I'm in my right mind I sit still for months like a monk 'til Buddha bless me and grant me with the wishes that I want I want a thesaurus with clairvoyants I rhyme for the enjoyment, my mind voyages Ever since the day that man evolved Scrapin' white chalk on candy walls From the Stone Age of neanderthals I've been writing [Hook x2] |
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