[Intro]
My name is Priesthood

[Chorus]
Bumping Life After Death by The Notorious B.I.G
I turned it down for a sec, I live my life in the crib
It came clear to me
It got weird like he was there and handed a bid to me
It said, "I met you a couple of times you was nice with the rhymes
You Priest from Brooklyn?"
I said, "Peace and good looking"
Then he told me some secrets I can't share with y’all
Just some deep shit, rappers, y'all prepare for the morgue

[Verse 1]
I spit that dark shit, millennium, the future from conscious
Defeat us in black space but I move with a compass
A thug saint on bright murals
I look like a black Christ in the white apparel
I write clear flows for the ear lobes
Of those locked down in a Criminal Justice Bureau
A thug's hero, a poet for peace
I go at the Beast blowing my heat at police
’Til their blood and guts flow in the street
To n***as pushing their packs under the street lights
Yeah, under surveillance cameras, hold your heat tight
Big Brother's watching, what's your option?
Fucking now, you need to leave it with the sub rockets
Something to knock a hole through your projects
Come out, running gun and saying, prayers, under your breath. Like someone had a gun to your chest skies are thunderous Dawn, is under arrest but calm under the stress, police dragged them out the building, he smiles at the cameras, he's wowing them hammers. I write prophecies for n***as copper Keys repair boxes and squeeze when you see them cops and deeds
I play with the English. Alphabet plus, I'm a jeans and I talked like Malcolm X, but Check. I spit scriptures Street Scrolls for my people viruses and the live and shit hieroglyphs are deeper. You can see the N with the clip
On a dollar. Bill that got dark. We trust, it's gone for for The Guns of crushing the drugs and they label as thugs police Shooters up, we land our blood
Say. This is Love America. We run into Wars the future escaping through millenniums
Chased by your executioner, you kill me, I only resurrect again
[Chorus]
Bumping Life After Death by The Notorious B.I.G
I turned it down for a sec, I live my life in the crib
It came clear to me
It got weird like he was there and handed a bid to me
It said, "I met you a couple of times you was nice with the rhymes
You Priest from Brooklyn?"
I said, "Peace and good looking"
Then he told me some secrets I can't share with y'all
Just some deep shit, rappers, y’all prepare for the morgue