Stephen King never wrote a scene as horrific
As God as my witness
What I write should make you artists suspicious
Pardon a n***a as I say what's in my heart
I guess it's just part of me venting
'Cause like you I'm from the park and the benches
So what can I lose
We'll make a conscious decision
'Cause I'm known to spaz when
I'm asked my remarks on this business
In this game of do you and regardless of friendship
So excuse me when you reach
For my palms and part of me flinches
It's not you dog it's the critics
They might catch me in the flick
Drunk with some strippers
And my girl see it as part of
Some sick photographer vengeance
So many new people around
I gotta be sharp when in attendance
I mean it's great to MC
To display this art is a privilege
But now I gotta get down to darken my sentence
I dream of dead babies streams of blood
Raining fire and brimstone
Wipe the Earth clean with floods
I'm drowning my face next to the meanest thug
I'm telling my testimony to the supreme above
Ain't I from thy genes
The Priest was a king beloved
Then there appeared a bright
Beam with white wings of a dove
It's lightning people screamed and shoved
It's frightening but I kept writing 'cause
What I seen was the judge
And what he shown me where grave sites and crucifixes
Ruthless bitches how they treat you
And what they do to your riches
For thirty pieces of silver niggas will kill you
I read Judas' scriptures
Only warned me to be true to my niggas
The game corrupt like Catholic Church
And child nudity pictures
That's like the Virgin Mary performing Karma Sutra with Hitler
The proof of my liquor is 180
The Grey Goose in my liver
But I still spit truth to the listener
That's enough son
Session up stop
No hold up let me explain a second
I signed my first deal with Geffen Records
I told those crackers
I ain't no motherf**ker stepping fetched
To my recollection those bastards
Were like "cool we'll drop
You have our A&R go find the next one"
I said I'll sue they said "that's alright Blacky
Take us to court and your lawyer Larry Stud Nicky
We've been breaking him off" I almost felt ruined
And in the midst of the confusion
They said to motherf**king intern
"Sam we don't understand his music"
"And how the f**k we market this
He talking all that God Body and that prophet shit"
I said "damn but it's still street
It's real niggas can relate to it"
In return they said "Priest throw that shit in the sewage"
Meanwhile niggas like Nas and 'Kiss and Pun
Is telling me I'm nice down to G Rap and KRS-One
And GZA told me all this shit would happen
Just keep rapping
I said "that's piece God but
I ain't motherf**king tapping"
But still these labels our f**king with me it's Priest
Volume One n***a shit about to get ugly
Let me explain a second;
Just let me explain to y'all
You know what I mean
I'ma tell ya the truth
For all the cats coming up
You know what I mean
Wait 'til you hear Part II ha ha ha
