Brooklyn Academy Feat. Killah Priest - Splash | Текст песни

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• Brooklyn Academy Feat. Killah Priest
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(Chorus)
See your whole life flash before your eyes light splash
You know the end will come up eventually to your life
See your whole life flash before your eyes light splash
And where you rest you can't take money when you die
See your whole life flash before your eyes light splash
And the oppressed army the once we can rely
See your whole life flash before your eyes light splash
And we're dropping like the centuries

[Block McCloud]
I feel like the last Mohican, the Prince of the apartments
To leave ya assholes leaking for the genuine' talking
The new King of New York, so call me Christopher Walken
My tongue sharper than an Excalibur, the King and the Author
To father their style, you were adopted like a foster child
You bets step son, like Moses exiled, across the Nile block
McCloud, stop for a while, crowd left abandoned, now reprimanded
I write crack tablets of Ten Commandments of rap
"Thou shall not cover the style"
Although you love it, nobody ever covered this ground
Hip-Hop soul recovered it, hovers around
And rebound, your 'A' could never smell the sound
It's too real to deal with, the industry is killer deal
See exchange a meal, for a meal, you gotta die and kill my appeal
Its real life; wetting your glove and in the cut like its still night
And need to call the Phil mites to reveal knights

(Hook) X2
The river front's warm, shallow waters steadily moving - SPLASH!
Kid you better swim strong - SPLASH!
You better get your hustle on; get your gristle on - SPLASH!
Brooklyn Academy we swarming

[Mr. Metaphor]
Yo, yo, twenty-five miles into the Earth's core
I found three exists and I opened the first door
The smoke cleared, the first man to witness a new land
I step forth, took a deep breath like gold
The door slammed behind me, spiritual presents sat beside me
It said they wanted and got me through the gates my arrival, awaits
We walk space and broke bread and talk taste
The sour, the sweet, the salty and to say grace
The tower's approaching, surrounded by oceans
Powerful omens grounded like lions, the arrow's flying
We landed on the Island, crossing the Jordan
Enter the towers, heavily palace
For centuries polished, preserve knowledge
Follow the signs, magnetic forces pulling my feet
Flying horses overhead flapping their wings
You have to believe if you wanna actually breathe
After the afterlife these are the magical keys
Gimme the keys quick

(Chorus)

[Killah Priest]
The pale Nazarite, craft from right, the sacrifice, sodomites
Pass you like the flash of light, you rappers are hermaphrodites
Looking like a badly wife, I laugh, black is Christ
My appetite is to eat you all, 'cause the game left the East too long
The Priest is strong, the Priest is the gladiator
Sits upon stone thrones, wait for rappers, I burn the ashes
Eyes are lasers, hunchback womb, circle your corpse
Beneath the cold stone floors of the church in the vault
Your screams are like symphony music, beast allowed is
Infantry shootings, I'm back from the age century ruins
To ruin rappers, the revolution, the reunion is at the Soviet Union
With the Bolsheviks after the vultures will pick at ya
A hundred Igor's carry the mummies casket down the spiral stairs
The men with the head in his lap sliding in chairs
My enemies ghost gliding through the airs
I'm in decipher with the fears, yeah, uh it's Priest

(Hook) X2

[Pumpkinhead]
It's like I see half dead zombies everywhere that I walk
Mindless caucuses traveling the gravel I stalk
So I keep a hammer under my hood to fracture your thoughts
Reds River, blood banks lead into the asphalt
The slang I talk will be discovered two-hundred years later
Carved into the caves of New York genocide, holocaust
World War III, all combined is one force
Brooklyn Academy and the Maccabeez solidified; your mind warps
Like filing the sun, a diamond in the rough
Brooklyn Kingz are the county, and loyalty, we trust
So if you ever wanna challenge the unbalance that runs rabbet
Like the running of the bulls, trampling over Spaniards
Then be our guest, loose your flesh, his spirit goes up to ramesh
I climb walls like Emily Rose possessed
Picture dark corner with white eyes starring at you
Hooks tearing to your skin, leaving you limbless like a grease statue

(Chorus)

(Hook) X2

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