Killah Priest&60 Second Assassin - Profits Of Man

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Even Kings die, thrones rust

Skeleton bones turn to dust

Memories are blown into gust

It's about how you live when you were here

How you celebrated those years

Were you a follower? Did you try elevating your peers?

Were you sincere when you gave the prophets your ears?

But soon the struggle come you disappear

Listen here were you real?

Did you show love that people could feel?

Did you have jealousy but keep it concealed?

Did you smile at your man's face?

But all awhile wanted to take your man's place

Moving around like a snake

I know you hate that term, don't call it that

Seen that lately that's why the Priest been falling back

'Cause when the Revolution start

All those cliques that fall apart will soon be the devil's mark

And none the adversary will have a heart

The letter 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

A collage of art, that show scenes from the Nazarene's past

From my connections with 60 Second

The Art of War to in the city - signed to Geffen

For five-percent lessons, Israelite tribal dressing

Disciple Armageddon's, that Bible record

To Sunz of Man to damn near becoming one of the Clan

Members I remember, in Brooklyn, GZA and Masta Killa

To my last chapters with the RZA

Testimony stops, Old Dirty got knocked

Came home and signed with the ROC

Cocaine combined with rocks

Rick James style, his nicknames "Wild; Old Dirt Dog"

It hurt us all when his hearse disappeared in the fog

I stayed digital, never analog, original

Always camouflaged, turn them cameras off

Light those candles God, I'm the example

Like I'm speaking from panels y'all

The soul inside of me is fiery, society lied to me

They said "You gotta die to be free"

My diaries of anxiety frightens me

Light will squeeze through my crack buildings where my writing be

Striking my page with hyphens and brighten my T's

To my seeds - the uncivilized time has come

Y'all better run, the time has begun

Yo, from total strangers to best friends

To best friends to brothers

From brothers to never calling him again

Their coffins descend, one flies to a place of peace

The other Lake of Fire, devils hauling you in

As one began one ends, the Earth still spin

We're hurt, tears in our shirt, spirit must transcend

What you think sleep is for?

A deeper cause - preparing us

For the other side till the Reaper calls

Either or, we're breathing for try a reason

Arrived rich but we're leaving poor

Stand naked when you see the Lord

I stand protected when I see his war

Till I exit and I'm free to soar

I'm embraced by space, though it's cloudy around me

His light weighs from a tree till they wither the brown leaves

Bounty's of blessings, from my heavy mind (Heavy Mental)

To every rhyme I said, looking from Masada (View from Masada)

From the Church of Priest, the dark August (Priesthood + Black August)

Till he showed you the art on his Offering (The Offering)

Oops, I call it the gift, Behind the Stained Glass

It's a frame of my pad, I started this

Release the toxins, breathe out the oxygen

Now see how shocking you fools if you think the Saint will lose

I say things that will make the picture and the paintings move

Now after this ink this jewel, look!

What profits that man?

Who would gain the whole world yet lose his soul

What profits that man?

Somebody tell me

What profits that man?

Somebody tells me

What profits that man?

Who would fear his enemy and think he didn't exist

What profits that man?

Somebody tell me

What profits that man?

Somebody tell me

Somebody tell me

If you can

What profits that man?

Who would gain the whole world but lose his soul

What profits that man?

What profits that man?

What profits that man?

The way the good and evil could never balance equal

And no man, for no man could be both good and evil

From skills that are strange to each other

And skills to one way or the other

Even into one grain that'll strip us

If you've done evil, then I guess you're missing it

It'll be the over-taker, the architecture

What I could build will kill