my back I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn
: shake the hand of your father and his new wife fourteen blushed broken and a half tie black bible is the mother of your new life ink stains your
Killah Priest:] Yo, my ink bleeds fatigues on paper Place it on gangstas, beneath light poles I write scrolls of hood tales My tight flow's a blood trails of ink
elements a night Call it the greatest our day the lessons at night Then form the Earth within that, my pen tap, my lens snaps Then I go black, then form
from Priest, my freedom of speech Y'all read 'em and weep The demons that keep you from the path just laugh That's my ink pads looks like Stained Glass
finish it Lyrical shit Priesthood guns like Clint Eastwood Streets to hood I been eating good I brain storm till the ink on my paper change forms To black
: (feat. Hell Razah) [talking: Priest] Bad person In the under world The bad person or the bad egg or bad news A bastard a black sheep a black guard
write, so/yo [Killah Priest] They say Heavy Mental is a classic My pen'll draw graphic, backwards, thinking Drinkin', the ink pen rap kid Clap ya'll
: [Chorus and 1/2: Killah Priest w/ sample] To the listeners, here's a movie I write in black and white, or color It goes deeper than Warner Bros., or
one and the same, the second coming of Kane I'm like Kool G Rap, put the Uzi in rap Or KRS One said it was cool to be black For Slick Rick announced
m Writing It's more than just a song and a hook [Killah Priest] My pen's a crayon with coloring books, displayin' chaos The black seyance, with the ink
a large bed filled with holage Just do the knowledge, remind them Sit down, their palms are red, I'm the Mystic Black finger nails, blue lipstick Who
when our eyes will meet [Reader:] The content feared, the diary I open First page, "To my love, the first and last" A black and white photo from 1912
: Sometimes life?s like an endless rehearsal A show that never starts due to public demand The script is written with ink it?s black and it?s greasy
: [North American bonus track] Like a knife through my skin Please let the pain begin Making art from my scars Pain, ink, and blood unite I need to
your eyes, cut your tongue off You can't talk no more and let the bullshit walk In this lifetime you're no MC You're just labelled in bold black ink as
trying to get over Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers All those passing strangers And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies Sparkle with the wet ink
me. On the dry and dusty road The nights we spend apart alone I need to get back home to cool cool rain. The nights are hot and black as ink I can't