I am the one who you should not blame Take care of your soul, I'll take care of my own Cos you make me a preacher Cos you make me a preacher as you know
I am the one who you should not blame Take care of your soul, I'll take care of my own Cos you make me a preacher... Cos you make me a preacher as you
grave I am the one who you should not blame Take care of your soul, I'll take care of my own Cos you make me a preacher... Cos you make me a preacher
we kings This my theme song, and this is how I sing Theme song [Chorus - first four lines only] [Killah Priest] Preach the novel, sit upon a seat of
young niggas Pimp or die Won't get that benz if they don't split them Eyes dip 'em thighs thin 'em Tiesss And if you reach at I I don't preach I screach
that is built on lies I just watch how they create this So called new form of life Should I glorify those who will Lead the blind and preach the words
a memory Al diablo Picasso, al diablo Manet Al diablo Fontainebleu, al diablo Hemingway Au diable Dr. Thompson, au diable San Joan Au diable Village People, au diable
mama's child, and it tore me all upside down Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round The blues, is a low-down shakin' chill (spoken: Yes, preach
pimp or die, dont get that Benz, if they dont split them I's, dig them thighs, in them tires And if you reach at I, I dont preach I speech and give you
Someone called me a veteran, terrestrial I'm extra In my temple, resemble, nothing that you've seen before I see suckaz stretching, what the fuck you preaching
niggas Pimp or die Won't get that benz if they don't split them Eyes dip 'em thighs thin 'em Tiesss And if you reach at I I don't preach I screach and
in the Congress I see them on TV I hope the Inquisition remains a memory [horn/pan instrumental] Al diablo Picasso, Al diablo Manet Al diablo Fontainebleu, Al diablo
we kings This my theme song, and this is how I sing Theme song [Chorus: first four lines only] [Killah Priest] Preach the novel, sit upon a seat of
