Skip on the caboose And your plans still looking back Leaves you on the tracks Your walking blind We're not walking blind They stop, then keep on walking
Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the house
let you meet the Lord there have become misinterpreted, reasons for warfare we read em with blind eyes i guarantee u there's more there the rich must be blind
try as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded by this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung It's
is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's
we can see each other, cause every color that makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man? Who's the original, who's the biochemical Who's the
hop another ride skip on the caboose yer plans still lookin back leaves you on the tracks yer walkin blind were not walkin they stop then keep on walkin
[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the
Yea, red scarf on my neck/ Red diamonds lookin' like red barf on my neck/ Ugh Tell my 'B's, nigga 'SU WOOP'/ Cause I be with more 'B'(eans)s than JuJu
as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded By this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung, it's
accept this robbery of life? Why accept this pillage? For Christ's sake take up your bed and walk. Let the blind see end the deaf hear. The rights of
the script and came equipted with some riders who got my back snoop coliogne, you know im always down to jack i jack for instant thought,talkin walk the walk
play "A Tear is in My Beer". "So what's the verdict Mister? When's it gonna blow?" I just winked at her and said, "Darlin' I don't know." Time-bomb tickin
Puttin it all on to stay calm You waited for the god islord to drop the bomb And swarm the stage about a hundred fat With lyrical material that's all
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in moonshine Let's
