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[00:02.82][Intro: Killah Priest]
[00:15.52]I just zone out When I'm Writing
[00:18.33]Yo
[00:19.28][Killah Priest]
[00:20.13]The weed is lit
[00:21.90]it's given like an Indian gift
[00:22.82]Passed around in a cipher
[00:24.73]'til the bitches need pullin' tighter
[00:25.68]Put out the fire
[00:26.57]Blow out clouds of stress
[00:27.45]Now's the test
[00:28.39]who's the first to talk crazy?
[00:29.23]You cough, maybe the weed is still in your lungs
[00:31.17]You beat ya chest 'til that feelin' will come
[00:32.96]You high, viewin' a cipher behind your own eyes
[00:35.66]Sayin' stupid shit, but to others you wise
[00:37.43]Me, on the other hand I zone
[00:40.25]Find a little spot to myself
[00:42.04]'til I feel I'm alone
[00:42.90]Talk to angels with black wings, silver halos
[00:44.76]Build with Gabriel the Messenger
[00:46.67]I'm Hugh Hefner, with long robes
[00:48.41]in a porn show, women with pretty toes
[00:51.18]the dizziest ho's
[00:52.05]Then I turn romantic, write in sanscript
[00:54.71]I put on my vision that I see inside my pen
[00:57.53]Black-out is When I'm Writing
[00:59.31][Hook x2: Killah Priest]
[01:01.17]When I'm Writing
[01:02.99]Flows go through me right into my pen
[01:03.89]When I'm Writing
[01:05.80]It's the artist within
[01:06.62]When I'm Writing
[01:07.53]I'm in tune with the Solomon books
[01:08.48]When I'm Writing
[01:09.35]It's more than just a song and a hook
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[01:16.60]My pen's a crayon
[01:17.59]with coloring books, displayin' chaos
[01:19.32]The black seyance, with the ink pores radared
[01:20.28]Age quasars explorin' where the mind caves are
[01:25.75]A riches being dug from a keys graveyard
[01:26.62]It's the inscription written on Egyptian clay jar
[01:28.51]I write rhymes like I'm doing time
[01:30.32]Listen, when I hit the pen I start doing the sickest
[01:33.99]I got the flow locked behind each bar
[01:35.87]And if I get too wild
[01:39.45]You can throw me in the box of ya car, it's not that far
[01:41.24]My pen's an airbrush, thrown over ya favorite sweater
[01:43.01]My notebook's leather, I write with a feather
[01:44.95]My pages look like a Renaissance painting
[01:47.60]Visions of St. John's conquerin' Satan
[01:50.38]All made from my imagination
[01:52.16]It's Priest, Lord, the Bishop of Vikings
[01:53.98]When I'm Writing
[01:55.84][Hook x2]
[02:15.88][Killah Priest]
[02:16.72]The way that I write, it's like a painting
[02:17.65]I put on aprons
[02:18.66]and brush my ink pen across the palette
[02:19.51]Stare at the projects
[02:20.45]'til I see somethin', then write about it
[02:21.35]My pad's a canvas, filled with anthems
[02:23.13]And words from the black panthers
[02:24.08]to crack scramblers, to crack gamblers
[02:25.84]to gat handlers, to cats in handcuffs
[02:27.69]Doin' life
[02:29.52]I lock myself in a room and I write
[02:30.45]Rhymes I could do a life-time
[02:32.28]When everything's relaxed
[02:34.95]and I'm in my right mind
[02:38.63]I sit still for months like a monk
[02:39.53]'til Buddha bless me and grant me
[02:41.38]with the wishes that I want
[02:44.95]I want a thesaurus with clairvoyants
[02:45.95]I rhyme for the enjoyment, my mind voyages
[02:46.87]Ever since the day that man evolved
[02:47.72]Scrapin' white chalk on candy walls
[02:49.51]From the Stone Age of neanderthals
[02:51.31]I've been writing
[02:53.24][Hook x2]
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