Profits Of Man

[Killah Priest]

Even Kings die, thrones rust

Skeleton bones turn to dust memories are blown in the 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 as trouble 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 for 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 pad looks like Stained Glass

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

[Killah Priest]

From my connections with 60 Second

The Art of Walter in the city - signed to Geffen

For five-percent lessons, Israelite tribal dressing

Disciple Armageddons, that 'B.I.B.L.E.' 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, Ol' Dirty got knocked

Came home and signed with the ROC

Cocaine combined with rocks

Rick James style, his nickname "Wild; Ol' 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

Instead 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

[Killah Priest]

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, Devil's 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

Its 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!

(60 Second Assassin talking)

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 good and evil could never balance equal

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

From strings that are attached to each other

And that string tilt 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