[Killah Priest]   Ugh, Emperor's music   Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal Emperor   In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things   Yo, yo, yo      I write the realest, only my true niggas will feel it   Though I'm not with you now, let's connect in our spirit   Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the dark   Let's share our pain, my niggas bring me close to your heart   So the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars   Through the ink that I write in each bar   Show the soul as we share our most inner thoughts   'cause I heard God listened once sin is taught   Beginners walk through my hood and I show you my struggle   Then we walk through your hood and you show me your hustle   Plus those marks on your wrists, it's where the cops had cuffed you   Hard luck too? Well me too, screaming peoples   Let's make a peace truce, unify all of the gangs   No quarrels between us, you and I is the same   As we build on a higher plain,   Like pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to explain   Come on!      [Chorus x2: Killah Priest]   All praise is due to man, woman and child   To the monuments that stand at the top of the Nile   Let everything that have breath in it, give praise   To all my homies in the struggle, get paid      [Killah Priest]   When will they profit? The game is where I loose my soul   How many options did I have before I choose this roll?   Let's see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes   Live in the projects, never rocked the newest clothes   It's psychologic, somehow it seems foolish though   From my pockets, only love for jewels and dough   Catastrophic, the walls came closing in   On all sides, the pressure expose the gem   A war cry was the breath I was holding in   A poor scribe dopest as the golden pen   Called wise, blessed among the chosen men   The lost tribe, my words were woven in   Each line like words I was sewing with   I sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a grip   Flows I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanship   Tell the maid from the robes I fit   A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse   A passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt   Candles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hit   There's the phantom, the mummy stands at the cliff   Aztec Indians studying my sanscript   Puffing peace pipes, Priest gets deep when he writes   Bars are mystic, written like Horror-glyphics   I made it hard for critics to follow my lyrics   Come on!      Chorus x2      [Outro: Killah Priest]   Uh huh, Feel it, where's the troubles at?   Royal priesthood, Emperor's music   Anybody try to break us up, man, they get the curse of King Tut   Proverbs forever, ugh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh   Maccabees, Sunz of Man, yeah the whole thing yeah