Life After Death

Lyrics

[Intro] You got to follow the leader Don't be scared, come with me Got ya My name is Priesthood Follow me [Chorus] Bumping "Life After Death" by The Notorious B.I.G I turned it down for a sec, write my life in the crib It came clear to me It got weird like he was there and handed a beer 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 be 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 streets To niggas pushing their packs under the street lights Yeah, under surveillance cameras, hold your heat tight Big Brother's watching, what's your option? Fuck a nine, you need a nina with the sub rockets Something to knock a hole through your projects Come out running, gunning 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 drag them out the building, he smiles at the cameras He's wild with them hammers I write prophecies for niggas copping ki's Repair them Glocks and squeeze when you see them cops and D's I play with the English alphabet Plus, I'm a genius and I talk like Malcolm X But about a check, I spit scriptures Street scrolls for my people Papyruses of the livest shit Hieroglyphs so deep that you can see the knives with the clip On a dollar bill they got, "In God we trust" Is God for, for the gold, oil and diamonds they rob from us What is God for? for the guns, oppression and drugs, and they label us thugs Police shoot us up, we lay in our blood Say this is love, America, we run into wars of future Escaping through millenniums Chased by your executioner You kill me, I only resurrect again, I'm somewhere in the fog.. [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 2] These are bloody scriptures, we sided by a hundreds of killers The ghetto gospel spoken by the Devil's Apostles Glorified if you rich, if you fell in the [?] You'll see the powdered nostrils, are man's and governors Your President's a predicate, y'all be judging us This is Babylon marine troops carrying on In the hood for curfews, same shit a full circle Just pray, my niggas, try to stay out the grave, my niggas It won't be long, God is on his way, my niggas AK triggers are pulled by my dogs in Cali Crack sales through the fogs and alleys I see [?] as cloudy, names written on tombs I walk with you, dog, but I can't fit in them shoes I say a prayer.that when I'm on my way you there Astral projection, my cosmic soul soar through air To meet Biggie from New York City, stalk with me [Chorus] Bumping "Life After Death" by The Notorious B.I.G I turned it down for a sec, write my life in the crib It came clear to me It got weird like he was there and handed a beer 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