[Intro: Killah Priest]
What up, Priest?
What up, cat?
Since you're one of the dopest MC's that I ever heard
I want you to kick the story
Yeah, I got one, already..
The dopest story I heard, check it

[Killah Priest]
Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep
He heard the hounds of horses, surround his fortress
Look down, the whole town with torches
Blood on the door knock where our lord slept
Night before the seer saw it, so they slept nauseous
Broken windows with cannisters, hidden cameras
Masked man at the top of the bannisters
Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs
A knife in the back with a note attached, read 'Beware'
Looked up, saw a blowing curtain, a open window
And heard the whistle of the soft air, someone screaming 'warfare'
So Solomon takes cover, a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed
Don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her
Calls her the Rose of Sharon, his bright morning star
HisLily of the Valley, a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley
Someone knocked his daughter off a balcony, bloodshed in Galilea
The cowardly flee to the hills of Calvary
Thieves of a hundred gates, the queen of cities
No one shows pity, flying spirits, floating demons, fallen saints
Soldiers walking by their ranks, service of the East gate, scared to drink
What would our leaders think? Every man lookin at each other, scared to blink
The seed inside the sanctuary, scary
Portraits of Saint Mary, with Mona Lisa
The Queen of Sheba, stroking a cheetah
Other mid-wives sayin 'I don't like the way he treats her'
Pass the reefer, bad Sheba, Solomon judge wisely
Wisdom spoken of highly, hair knotty, ask God 'Why me?'
[Hook 2X: Killah Priest]
It's the street life that I write
From beginning to end
Dealing with these lies and deceptions
Like the Fall of Solomon
And all my n***as in the State Pen
Who doin five to ten

[Killah Priest]
Order these guards to untie me
He said men do not despise a thief if he steals to satisfy his soul
If he's captured he shall restore it, seven fold
A legend unfold, let it be written in the scroll
Solomon's gold, swallow them whole
He said 'Fuck you!', make me another Pagan God
Using brass poles, spies laying up in the closet
They open the door, they spray holes through the prophets
Silent whispers, a man reaches in his zipper
The king killed by his own bishop
Hid beneath the bed but gave himself up when he hicced up
Tears of a child, 'Daddy, get up!'
Fast forward, you see Malcolm X fallin from a pulpit
Sprayed up by bullets, dead over bullshit
N***as layin on the pavement, holes in their Woolridge
Look what the wolves did, full clips and cartridges
Imposters live, adopted kids in front of corner stores
Poppin shit, throwing up gang signs at the same time
Them n***as roll dice and fight canines/K-9's
Should I wake 'em up or let 'em stay blind?
Cause education seem like it's don't mean shit to a thug
You either Crip or you Blood, really? I'm sick of the grudge
Y'all n***as need nipper than a bud, I should walk by
And take a flick of your mug, show you how vicious you was
Neighborhood overflooded with liquor and drugs
Young queens grow up to be strippers in clubs
Man, damn son!
Chorus 2X

[Outro: Killah Priest]
It's the street life that I write
It's the street life that I write