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letra de in da field - killah priest

[verse 1]
them boys from brooklyn always coke-cooking
[?] when they hear the key in the lock, they watch
my 9 spray gangster rude boy see danger
doors get kicked in, shoot everything living
drug wars, bodies on floors wrapped in rugs
size 12 timbaland left tracks in blood
prints match his mug
now he’s in the back of the club, tryna relax and get a buzz
puffing cigars, blowing weed up in the stars
shut his eyes to see the ds in their cars
by the time he opened ‘em up, the club erupt
he saw a gun aiming at him, [?]
he could feel the madness
beneath the table, tryna feel for automatics, war is drastic
he said, “i’m not going back”
squeezing while he raising his strap
the pos already blazing their gats
he slipped beneath the table, scream that he’s hit in the navel
and then he felt the grip of the angel
me nah won’t die, fire burn babylon high
reincarnation bust a try
ionized ruler, he rose
[?] lying to judah, but he didn’t see the left shooter
[?] through his medulla, and one through his [?]
cast away to the ruler
[hook]
in the field where it’s real, i don’t see the mice when they squeal
coyotes turn they backs from the hill
bats move by sonar
dudes and the crew is bipolar
watching his back, looking over shoulders

in the field where it’s real, i don’t see the mice when they squeal
coyotes turn they backs from the hill
bats move by sonar
dudes and the crew is bipolar
watching his back, looking over shoulders

[verse 2]
my man got one leg, was sick with gunplay
old school but looked cool with some braids
shot a man calling him a liar then set him on fire
his [?] screwed up, since the days of the school bus
know he was wild, carried bazookas
“yo, priest, n-ggas keep walking up my block
everyday on the clock, i’ll go grab the glock”
i said, “chill, we don’t get enough for real
we’re getting older, we got soldiers to build”
‘cause when it go down, martial law, then he paused
as if something foreign was coming out of my jaws
he said, “i’m tired of the illuminati
what i do with the shotty
remove soul from body then go smoke in the lobby”
see, all this conspiracy, it’s stopping us from getting gs
i want a mansion in the snow so i can start hitting the skis
then getting the key, then whipping the vs and flipping the weed
“n-gga, ya got one leg and some say… “
“hahaha, you make me laugh, get some [?]”
“wait, i know where the vultures lay their eggs”
do it for the culture then hand him an ak
use your talent for freedom
can you tell a devil when you see him?
and when he [?], can you beat him?
about to answer me back, when a car pulled up, windows cracked
pointed a gat, guns went off, and he was sent off for something he did way back
[?]
[hook]
in the field where it’s real, i don’t see the mice when they squeal
coyotes turn they backs from the hill
bats move by sonar
dudes and the crew is bipolar
watching his back, looking over shoulders

- killah priest

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