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Fall Fall Fall Hip Priest

Not just an old lady's. That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest And he's gonna make an appearance.

lay me down to sleep I, I pray the lord that my soul he keeps If I should die, before I awake I, I pray the lord that my soul he takes [killah priest

hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All the way live from Philly, we got the hip-hop

I hit the set Watch how they fall When I buck 'em all We Outlaw, Westside Playa, touch 'em all I buck them all Then remain ballin' Out the moon With my glock cocked Shot Calling Brothers fall

with that We can't have that weak that Bob Digital inside your citadel Shit is critical, word it's gonna take a miracle For MC's fall to the fallacy

baby carriages The same hypocrites screaming pro-life and marriages Be using religion to justify our savageness 'How bad is this?' You and the creator need a mediator Your priest

hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All the way live from Philly, we got the hip-hop

some tuff shit Just to wreck this thing we bang here Mic still replace the beer tai blo's spoff home 5 on 5 jump out fall into the press Just to bless

face pain Push come to shove and I will, release flames There's a war on these streets, it's the beginning of the week Came night fall, a couple of bodies