[Killah Priest]
  Ugh, Emperor's music
  Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal Emperor
  In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things
  Yo, yo, yo
  
  I write the realest, only my true niggas will feel it
  Though I'm not with you now, let's connect in our spirit
  Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the dark
  Let's share our pain, my niggas bring me close to your heart
  So the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars
  Through the ink that I write in each bar
  Show the soul as we share our most inner thoughts
  Cuz I heard God listened once sin is taught
  Beginners walk through my hood and I show you my struggle
  Then we walk through your hood and you show me your hustle
  Plus those marks on your wrists, it's where the cops had cuffed you
  Hard luck too? Well me too, screaming peoples
  Let's make a peace truce, unify all of the gangs
  No quarrels between us, you and I is the same
  As we build on a higher plain,
  Like pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to explain
  Come on!
  
  [Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
  All praise is due to man, woman and child
  To the monuments that stand at the top of the Nile
  Let everything that have breath in it, give praise
  To all my homies in the struggle, get paid
  
  [Killah Priest]
  When will they profit? The game is where I loose my soul
  How many options did I have before I choose this roll?
  Let's see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes
  Live in the projects, never rocked the newest clothes
  It's psychologic, somehow it seems foolish though
  From my pockets, only love for jewels and dough
  Catastrophic, the walls came closing in
  On all sides, the pressure expose the gem
  A war cry was the breath I was holding in
  A poor scribe dopest as the golden pen
  Called wise, blessed among the chosen men
  The lost tribe, my words were woven in
  Each line like words I was sewing with
  I sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a grip
  Flows I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanship
  Tell the maid from the robes I fit
  A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse
  A passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt
  Candles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hit
  There's the phantom, the mummy stands at the cliff
  Aztec Indians studying my sanscript
  Puffing peace pipes, Priest gets deep when he writes
  Bars are mystic, written like Horror-glyphics
  I made it hard for critics to follow my lyrics
  Come on!
  
  Chorus x2
  
  [Outro: Killah Priest]
  Uh huh, Feel it, where's the troubles at?
  Royal priesthood, Emperor's music
  Anybody try to break us up, man, they get the curse of King Tut
  Proverbs forever, ugh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh
  Maccabees, Sunz of Man, yeah the whole thing yeah