Walk U Thru lyrics

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Dreddy Kruger.... yeah Maccabeez
Do that n*gga... feel me...
Timbuktu... Killah Priest a/k/a Michael
Priesthood, Maccabeez, Hell Razah

[Killah Priest]
Yo, clothes, the wife, the hoes, the ice
The flow that's tight, see, I choose this life
Then I sold the rights, back to the owner's price
The crows and fight, to the coldest night, feel the cobras bite
I'm wrapped in sheets, where Arabs meet
Starving, see a bowl of rice, I reach down and grab it
Come up with a hand full of maggots
Mixed with bitter herbs, I chewed it, spewed it
Out my mouth came the living word
For every n*gga that heard, may I observe and do
Just imagine if I was you
I fight, firy dragons and bears or two
I arm wrestle the devil over five boroughs
Wore a crown of thorns, and you wonder why I'm gone
Hello... yo, a warm gun in my palms, on a passover night
My n*ggas see the same vision, we grip our gats kinda tight
One dog says a sign, one of my other dogs says it's just a state of mind
That's when I gain my mind, only play with my kind
Maccabeez, dashikis and gats and beeds
We on some other sh*t, the Ghetto Government
Protect the ark of the covenant, yo
We on some other sh*t, f*ck you f*cking republicans
[Chorus: Hot Flames]
Allow us to talk to you, walk you through
A strong life through a warrior's view
And I'm supposed to have remorse for who? This is the source of New York
What we talk, of course, it's true

[Timbo King]
While ya'll was looking at Johnny Carson
I was looking at Sonny Carson, a black rebel, yeah I daredevil
When words fail, music speaks, seven days without prayer makes one week
The naked truth versus the well dressed lie
The best mirror is my mother's eyes
I can't shake hands with a clinched fist
Speech is silver, silence is golden
How could I break bread when it's molded?
Time is money, Timb, figure it out

[Chorus]

[Hot Flames]
This is my destiny, this rap game is a part of my genes
So it's the ingredient in my recipe
Until the heavens speak, my level rise where yours peak
Take over the game in a strong week
This song speaks to the death, give sight to the blind
I'm heaven bound, I'm excited with crime
Use words a hyphen a time, before that, use birds
And transport dimes in little small packs
I hate fake rappers, love true raps
Priest brought me here to make noise like two gats
I'm try'nna survive, but I feel like my feets crazy glued to the ground
How can I rise? How can I cry with no heart like the lion on Oz
Since thirteen, I was firing nines
I tried to talk with the force of Glocks, but it feel like
I'm try'nna walk through a door that's locked
Stressed out, but ofcourse I'm hot
Cuz I rode through the hard times and made it out of the hard knocks
[Chorus to fade]