Killah Priest - Ein Sof (Paradise) | Текст песни

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Cigar is good… I’m gonna tell a story… Yeah, that what we’ll do…

At night the leopards break into the temple and the sacrificial vessel dry, a condo into the sky,
Cigar smoke reverse in front of my eyes back into my mouth, the fire goes out,
My room turns black, the moon gets fat.
Beneath there are secrets, dealers with crack, killers with gats, hoddies and caps…
I’m out of body, I become the streets breathing through the sewer hole, I am the belt that shooters hold,
I became the building that’s chllin, Murals, R.I.P. across my brick stomach, someone’s coming…
Barely could hear what their lips are mumbling, they stash a bag between my bones.
Suddenly, I am the bag, holding three crystal stones, the crack inside me yelling… they can’t breathe.
I tried to use my cement the abdomen to push him free,
They told me if they find they supplier, he usually finds a buyer,
Then it’s off to the Lighter, the tube of Fire, they said then we become One,
We transform into something strong, a Gas, toxic form, from solid to killing brain cells…
It’s insane in this hell, so please free us, fall upon us, crush this Dust,
Just then two fingers grabbed him, one wore a ring, I became a sleeve,
The wrist spoke to me, he said his hands about to freeze,
Heard a conservation between a ring, told a story of a finger,
Who pushed the trigger for them little killers, we call them rocks,
His hand got hot, I became as hard as liver, yelled stop!
Riddled from shots, his turned dark,
I woke up and lit up a bark…

THE GLORY, THE MONEY, THE JUDGEMENT, THE FAME, THE DAEMONS, THE DEVIL, THE ALTER, THE FLAMES…
PARADISE, EIN SOF, PARADISE.
THE GLORY, THE MONEY, THE JUDGEMENT, THE FAME, THE DAEMONS, THE TEMPLE, THE ALTAR, THE FLAMES…
PARADISE, EIN SOF, PARADISE.

When I sleep I dream of darers of black forest. rivers of blood,
Print the grams of the murals of thugs, scarymares of my enemies filling me with slugs,
Hunting my memories, it’s the misery I love,
I wake up with prayers under my breath,
Make sure the stairs are under my steps,
Lately I’ve been writing pages under distress,
I want to see the new life that’s promised,
I want to see the middle live honest,
I want the things of Nostradamus,
Prophet Mohammad,
I look around; all I see is garbage,
Kid searching through a dead man’s pockets...
The projects, we try to survive, why we only ask questions when we high?
I want to see the Messiahs enthronement,
I want to see the peace and light on the night of atonement,
I want to see Heaven on Earth, the afterlife the rebirth,
The Nazareth bring Peace to our turf,
I know the Devil want it all reverse,
It’s all up in the Universe, but you have to some research,
If you a leader of your crew, they want to kill you…
You see higher than your team, they want to chill you…
If you talk about the problems of your hood, the want to replace you,
If you try to do good, they going to hate you…
With this mind state, what do you do?
What path do you choose?
Either way you have to pay dues…
They say we all are born to lose,
Set up to fail, I’m on my roof top, Victory! I yell,
Like Obama did it with the girls and Michele,
I look at this government and load up my shells…

THE GLORY, THE MONEY, THE JUDGEMENT, THE FAME, THE DAEMONS, THE DEVIL, THE ALTER, THE FLAMES…
PARADISE, EIN SOF, PARADISE.
THE GLORY, THE MONEY, THE JUDGEMENT, THE FAME, THE DAEMONS, THE TEMPLE, THE ALTAR, THE FLAMES…
PARADISE, EIN SOF, PARADISE.

Uh, Let us pray, A story of a man, who told a story of another man, who told a story of another man,
EIN SOF, Keter the Tiferet , You know, the tree of life inside the tree…
Look inside…

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