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letra de bonus miles - killah priest

airline mileage to remote islands
white smoke over mountain beneath a grayish falcon
lounging with my latest outfit
shoot from balconies, they’re losing gallons
but still, achieving higher self is my greatest challenge
in a state of silence, define balance
i’m divine, my mind shines volumes
master builder when i rhyme on albums
classic k!ller, watch ‘em leaking ounces
they left the village while they speak italian
they left the body beneath the fountain
after the scene, people and police are shouting
all you hear is the screams rise above the houses
priest
charge particles, carbon 12, they’re all in my cells
melanated, my projects gated
gods in h-ll, bullet wounds, scars will swell
standing on the field of electric gravity
electrons move around me rapidly like they’re athletes
produce currents beneath the chlorophyll summit
license to murder, order to k!ll something
like the prince of [?], who said he was sent by the gods
every night a menage then a massage but his men would starve
they made him poison, found his brother, gave him the job
shaking while he serves his drink
all he see was murder in the place and think he couldn’t blink
the cruel prince asked, “brother, grab me a towel by the sink”
[?] turned his back, he switched the cups
figured something’s up
played like he drunk it, he had enough
he grabbed his gut, bad luck
his brother turned around then opened up
he said, “brother, it was our plan to k!ll you”
then his meal flew from his mouth
“i figured you out, traitor, how dare you try to k!ll your own flesh”
called for his guards, the guards put the blade to his neck
“did you know this means your death?”
thought about it, all his birthdays, his first baby steps
then he fell back and wept
“k!lling my brother i’ll one day regret”
cain and abel, chain him with the cables
put the blade to his navel
“after it’s done, i want his brain on the table”
this ending’s violent
as he’s speaking, his voice starts to fading ’til it’s quiet
the day starts turning black ’til it’s totally silenced
then it opens up
airline mileage to a remote island
white smoke over mountains

- killah priest

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