Paroles Fall of salomon Killah Priest

Fall of salomon

[Intro: Killah Priest]

What up, Priest?

What up, cat?

Since you're one of the dopest MC's that I ever heard

I want you to kick the story

Yeah, I got one, already..

The dopest story I heard, check it

[Killah Priest]

Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep

He heard the hounds of horses, surround his fortress

Look down, the whole town with torches

Blood on the door knock where our lord slept

Night before the see-er saw it, so they slept nautious

Broken windows with cannisters, hidden cameras

Masked man at the top of the bannister

Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs

A knife in the back with a note attached, read 'Beware'

Looked up, saw a blowin curtain, a open window

and heard the whistle of the soft air, someone screamin 'warfare'

So Solomon takes cover, a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed,

don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her

Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright moon and star

His lil' way out the valley, a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley

Someone knocked his daughter off a balcony, bloodshed in Galilea

The cowardly flee to the hills of Cabarea

Thieves of a hundred gates, the queen of cities

No one shows pity, flyin spirits, floatin demons, fallen saints

Soldiers walkin by their ranks, service of the East gate, scared to drink

What would our leaders think? Every man lookin at each other, scared to blink

The seed inside the sanctuary, scary

Portraits of Saint Mary, with Mona Lisa

The Queen of Cheeba, strokin a cheetah

Other mid-wives sayin 'I don't like the way he treats her'

Pass the reefer, bad cheeba, Solomon judge wisely

Wisdom spoken of highly, hair knotty, ask God 'Why me?'

[Chorus 2
X: Killah Priest]

It's the street life that I write

From beginning to end

Dealin with these lies and deceptions

Like the fall of Solomon

And all my niggas in the State Pen

Who doin five to ten

[Killah Priest]

Order these Gods to untie me

He said men do not despise a thief if he still dissatisfy his soul

If he's captured he shall restore it, seven fold

A legend unfold, let it be written in the scroll

Solomon's gold, swallow them whole

He said 'Fuck you!', make me another Pagan God

Usin brass poles, spies layin up in the closet

They open the door, they spray holes through the prophets

Solomon whispers, a man reaches in his zipper

The king killed by his own bishop

Hit beneath the babel gate himself, fucked when he hicced up

Tears of a child, 'Daddy, get up!'

Fast forward, you see Malcolm X fallin from a pulpit

Sprayed up by bullets, dead over bullshit

Niggas layin on the pavement, holes in their Woolridge

Look what the wolves did, full clips and cartridges

Imposters live, abduct the kids in front of corner stores

Poppin shit, throwin up gang signs at the same time

Them niggas roll dice and fight canines/K-9's

Should I wake 'em up or let 'em stay blind?

Cause education seem like it's only shit to a thug

You either Crip or you Blood, really? I'm sick of the grudge

Y'all niggas need to dip it in blood, I should walk by

And take a flick of your mug, show you how vicious you was

Neighborhood overflooded with liqour and drugs

Young queens grow up to be strippers in clubs

Man, damn son!

Chorus 2X

[Outro: Killah Priest]

It's the street life that I write

It's the street life that I write