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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