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Priest aka Pariah
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"Facing Life" (2010) Default Facing Life. ...I didnt mean to do it... didnt wanna see him die it wasnt me, it was the music and the drugs I was high! as far as you're concerned I don't got no fucking eyes you can give me life, close the door and say goodbye these dudes are straight up killers I aint gonna testify... ...son, a man's dead.. and you better tell me why we found him shot five times slumped on the roadside his daughter was just 5, he was full of pride, he had a beautiful bride his future got stolen... it was brutally denied, by you and your tribe you're mine motherfucker, there's nowhere you can hide... ...the gun wasnt mine, was just along for the ride this motherfucker fought, i don't know why! all we wanted was his ride... ...it's just a bad mistake, I thought the gat was fake I was half baked... smoking crack it was late we were in the trap all day, damn. I hadnt even ate!... ... man, it's too late... your homies singing next door he said you were the one that brought the gun to score you came undone and left him bloodied on the floor of that escalade, he left you played, but yo, there's much more we got footage of the crime from the corner store... *tears*...sir, i'm fucking poor.. i saw my daddy die, when i was just 4 I was never hardcore... never wanted war... look around my neck, it's the cross of the lord! noone cares about my prayers, even God ignores the kinda life my family needs I cannot afford!... ... 100 years inside a cell will be your just reward you only got one life, but they might give you triple that let me play you this clip, see that bulge in your back? kid, you were strapped, that's why he died...& that's that you aint a victim cuz you're black... you're just living proof that this is how niggas act.....
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"Just Stop" (2010)
I fight for every breath, this is life or death coffins put to rest, or in the light just blessed turn right or turn left, it's a vice like meth fuck a devil in a white dress I might confess how i failed that test, a self righteous mess knowledge is a curse, a prophecy reversed floating on an ocean, dying of thirst, cries of the cursed, victimized at birth when you lose all hope, the bad times gets worse like a bubble 'bout to burst, gotta grind till the first find myself immersed in what I find perverse... ..feeling so empty in a world so full everything that tempts me, boils down to bull shit, even in a small town, triggers get pulled it's just that dull, fascinated by the skulls that get left behind, gods best design flawed as fuck, maybe god's just a shmuck a flock of ugly ducks, reap a crop off of luck I took alot of acid and we chopped it up the truth is He knows as much as We do I'd give you my soul for a couple of brews hate continues to grow, but the love breaks through like the sun in haiti, motherfuckers hate me label me crazy, cuz i've been stuck lately in strange dimensions, people crave attention feign affection while they claim a section, style remains a reflection of the gravest invention that gave us attention, faith is so tempting enslaved perception, easily tamed that gain aggression got us changing up the questions, the school of scarred thoughts in pre school they gave us rulers and the yardage of the plot dug for fools and bloody tools was off the charts so just stop.
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"Skeleton Keys ft. abnorm" (2010)
We got you open now, don't try to fight this Abnorm is positive, and Priest is Christ-less Move thoughts forward one by one son to sun, run forest run crumb by crumb, leave you numb and dumb Always remember where you got 'em from we lock it son, got shit done That's the source, the key to life Unlock the door and see what you find breathe and shine, breed your kind Free up your mind, release the chains I know it's not easy TRY to ease the pain seize and gain, let freedom reign pour a bottle out for those we'll never see again It's been said before, I'll say it once more Continue to shine right through the rainstorm try to get your mind right, the path gets worn hearts get torn, wander through a strange dorm cum stained porn...I slowly regain form.. maggots swarm, we change the norm. Focus on the plus side, try to brainstorm I love underground hiphop while I skateboard Can't wait to record, can't wait to lace tracks slave to the boards, the bass is crack I love hearin' the mixdown on the playback mix it all down, take a line off that... Such a warm vibe even under a grey sky This is lyrical therapy so you can stay fly... rhymes chiseled by Pericles, crazy high.. like gothic cathedrals, often evil, a strange supply blazing on the red eye, breaking down Pi drinking straight rye, amazed I survived on faith I rely.. everyday dei-cide.. I fight this curse, but it cant be denied I know there's something murderous raging inside what I wrote is the furthest thing from sanctified quote the serpent stinging while the angels cried take your bride, split her legs wide, let you decide hanging off the side of an icy slope, mangled by pride yeah, it's nice to hope, when your reason's fried being righteous is a joke when your freedom is denied there's a vice and a yolk on those dreams that you hide the secrets you confide, that power and hate have demonized the reason I'm alive Is I found a way to see through the lies they can change their disguise, but they're still the same guys Brutus and Judas want a piece of the pie, brutalized youth, they'll be what they buy you be you, and i'll be I...the truth is too elusive man, why even try?
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"albino rhino" (2010)
been the same places, walked the same roads... seen the same faces, talked the same code & crossed the same globe. dreams that we chased, so often they sold... for cheap, keep it basic as all that I know... might be foot O, but i'll fight the 5-0 write until my spine glows, light the white rhino watch the di roll... ignite the vinyl decisive, final, my right?.. survival. time's too slow, can you define??...no. gotta die to grow... but we're putting on a fine show 9 years old.... he knows how a 9 he loads ...he ain't gonna make 18 years old..... ..that's way too cold... ....that's exactly what you said to me... but now you're dead to me... ....the books that you read to me, bullshit you fed to me... psshhhtt. ..now I'm looking at your effigy, tripping off what's left of we... ..our crooked memories, I got symptoms, medically.. like cooking up amphetamines... twisted aesthetically shook, but best believe... i'm frisking my destiny took what the rest would leave... and chiseled in my memory.....
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"Jabber Walk" (2010)
on the cold dark night of my soul, she sparked light and the glow was hard to fight or control from parts I didnt know, uncharted flight of the crow, as far as either could go.. I hated you, what was sacred too It's crazy but it's true, you made me who I am today, and yeah, I played the fool I can't save my crew from a fate so cruel today is new, I make my own rules the skies are blue, faith is the tool.. that opens possibilities, choked by hostility it stokes my ability and lets me know Im really free I toast to infinity and hope for humility knowing that we kill to be, just this, bupkiss fuck bliss, justice is enough of a risk went from bowing your head, to razors stuck in your wrist.
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"Wormfood" (2009)
i'm an odd individual, flawed, a criminal thoughts are too cynical, wanna be mystical honestly, hypocritical, like god is so pivotal still caught up in these rituals, locked in this habitual typical, analytical, political train of thought that left my spirit derailed and my brain unlocked fearfully impaled, already laying in my plot I should change my life, can barely change my socks quick to say that I should stop, planted the seed, but couldn't raise the crops it's the way it's gotta be, I'm just taking stock torn between freedom and obeying the clock tick tock, tick tock, till the day it stops and the curtain drops just trying to stay on top, of the herd, the flock i don't know if you've been told, if you heard or not you only get one shot, everything returns to the dirt and rots...
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"The Climb" (2009)
the morning spoke in tongues... through light something born out of hope that couldn't trust the night or pay the toll, he saw another life another chance to grow and make something right before his mother woke, he was out of sight a letter on her bed... like he was better off dead before she even read it... she knew what it said all he saw was red through the greyhound window escaped through sound and counted all his sins, slow now he's fate bound, the amount of bullshit he knows surrounds him, he's bound, he starts to drown as the city grows the more he sees the less he knows the more he needs, the less he owes a tortured seed that was blessed to glow got absorbed by the streets & the wretched show but called by the beaches and the plateaus had to let it go.... and seek higher ground the path was a road on a map he found tracking his soul like a basset hound all he had was the clothes on his back, he's crowned the last from the old school to pass it down chalk and cardboard, stalking a forgotten lord chopping thoughts with a sword, striking an odd chord caught up in the horde, but moving on toward something else, never really felt no kinda love for himself now he's marching on, across suburban lawns sparked by the dawn, somehow it turned him on the role of stranger, got to know his anger was told by the scrolls no one's alone in the manger but he couldn't get past it... took it and passed it shoulda been outlasted, crooked tooth half wit plastic, placid, tried to mask shit, so sarcastic his heart was spastic, drastic, elastic, his hands are quick uncovered buried hope, recaptured the magic while the ferry floated on the sad and tragic re-creations of a demon nation he was trying to escape from his face was numbed by the winds of change in this place he had come looking at this mountain... like a childs first step seemed monumental... designed by Imhotep chasing down a temple, truth is quiet if it's kept ...his stomach rumbles as he struggles through the jungle befuddled by this puzzled feeling muzzled wants to guzzle life with every muscle, being righteous is a hustle he started seeing prayer flags... half out of breath, he didn't care... taking drags stares through heavy bags, wants to jack some spirit swag fearlessly he tags, the moment with his mind behold, he sees a shrine, Gary Oak leaves shine spoke of the divine, he felt open and entwined with a bigger web of time, accepted it was undefined gave himself over... be a slave or a soldier he saw a monk in the distance and said "state what you know sir" " is faith the only cure?... can a man ever know 'pure'? how can you be sure?... to me it's just a blur..." the monks eyes glowed, he said " There's something I know... but if you want grace, then succumb to what you owe.."
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"darwins nightmare" (2009)
Default darwins nightmare the sickest part is right there--->. living darwins nightmare kids to hard to fight fair twisted hearts and spiteful heirs spittin darts or slicing hairs? kids in the park put a price despair switch their hearts for something nice to wear give up on their art like anybody cared somehow we missed the mark, now everybody's scared... ...scared to be too fat.. or too thin... scared to be black or bare the white mans sin scared to go outside because we're terrified within we dont die, we multiply, but the burials are grim eye in the sky.... we aint sharing it with him it's I against I, bullets tear the skin a liar always lies, but he wears a grin there's no messiah rising but awareness spins outta control, doubt the soul, re-route your goals no control is sold, you cant put out the coals getting doused the toll, might just be the WHOLE..
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"Rabbit Hole" (2009)
the devil says it's cowardice, admitting that you're powerless but it's the first step in overcoming shit like powdered bliss from inside a bottle... I watched so many hours just slowly get devoured, It's nothing but miraculous the fact I still exist.. it's pretty fucking easy to drown in the abyss aimed towards the morgue still not sure exactly how I missed the pain absorbed was more then I could store, a razor down the wrist I heard the serpents hiss, all I felt was worthlessness searching for the perfect kiss, hurting for a fix herds of kids are murderous, servants to the third six reverse the crucifix, observe the youth.. it's sick we went through the same shit... the same old adage... the strain's too much to manage, thats why the veins are ravaged observe the black sabbath, be a slave to your habits... carve my name into the tablets, try to cage the savage dealing with the body, the soul.. and brain damage nothing's real, I lost control, down the hole I chased the rabbit .... wasted in the havoc, my faith is automatic not a saint, but an addict, just a stranger in the attic....t
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"the abc's of infinity" (2009)
it could all be so easy like A-B-C, or 1-2-3, but they hate to see you free, they want to fuck with me degrade me by degrees, try to suck and squeeze the life out my body, but im ducking em with ease plucking em like like fleas, stuck in the breeze I aint righteous or godly, im corrupted, diseased just like the rest, but my life is a test want to put to beef to rest, but this cow wont die this curse has been a blessing... how powerful am I? I search the sections, where you cowards wont try you're scared to die...let the hours go by... I prepare to fly, thats why I scour the skies I cant help what i am, I was dealt this hand im a selfish man, yeah, hell has been the plan since I learned about jail cells and the klan someday they'll find the truth like a shell in the sand existence is something that you'll never understand...
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"pi=3.14159265" (2009)
the missing rung on jacobs ladder...I dont know whats sadder the fact im fucked up... or the fact it doesnt matter... the fact I fell off... or stood back up and got sucked in and shattered crumbled and scattered...hearts were broken and the thick blood was splattered true lies were spoken, and thats how our love was tattered minds are open, thinking back to when something mattered sharpies in the scabbard, and I know im just a bastard, but there's nothing like laughter in the face of misery waiting for disaster, wading in infinity something gets captured in the paint so vividly amazed at the symmetry, salvador dali's faces grin at me sculpted out of plaster with a strange consistency sometimes the sun shines, sometimes it rains persistently. ...but fuck the weather, wish we would have stuck together now i gotta hold this petty grudge forever... it's a rough endeavour.. cant claim to understand 'we'...to my lust i've been tethered I didnt mean to bunch your panties or ruffle up your feathers I just couldnt be honest trying to think of something clever it's always the weakest link trying to act tough as leather give a fuck what you think, wonder why? enough, it's never i wonder what we are like the 18th letter, fuck a vendetta reality's adjustable, you're scared to touch the lever like sleeping outside in the middle of december, dreaming of the embers the remains of the flames, that used to keep us centered musta been something pure, but nobody remembers the only thing I know for sure... there's gotta be something better...
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