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    Default Purified Thoughts - Track Review

    Purified Thoughts

    Apollo Kids

    Ghostface Killah
    Killah Priest

    Frank Dukes

    (Ghostface Killah)

    Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
    Both of them turned green, from countin' the ones
    Memorized by the glory, word life
    Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin' for me
    Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too
    I never rocked with, long as they keep away we cool
    I devised my own stimulus, playin' 'em niggarish
    I'm tired of eatin those crumbs and black licorice
    The frame of mind's on Friday I'm cleansing the mic
    Let the imam pray over my head and wash
    Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Godly
    Watch us gift manifest the green like barley
    If that shit happen I'll feed his whole army
    Talkin 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali
    Try to stay humble, and swallow my pride
    In God I trust, now talk about the ones on your five
    Crisp dollar billin, catch me in a little hut in Benin
    Village style, feedin the children
    Big pots of jasmine tea with Mandela
    Africans chantin me on like Coachella
    Ghostface boombaye, kumbaya my Lord
    My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay
    Wishin they could bury me, next to the prophets
    Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun, Muhammad

    "Am I a good man?" (I don't know)
    "Am I a fool?" (We'll see)

    (Killah Priest)

    The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before winds
    High currents, visions places we formin' wings
    Kings offering, thrones was there
    Man with the 7 crowns on his dome was near
    Feet walked over rose petals, song from the ghetto
    Face froze in gold like the pharaoh
    A dawn in glory, robe of light, a powerful cherub
    As he passed the path, white doves cost the eyes of thugs
    Eternal heartbeat, in the dark fire in his blood
    700 books were opened
    It breaks to right, they threw the crooks in the ocean
    Scared, brass hair like it grew from goatskin
    The chosen has spoken, tablets were broken
    The smoke hand grabs an omen
    Gravity grabbin' me gradually draggin' me through hell's cavity
    This is blasphemy, I fell where the jackals feed
    God felt bad for me but cast me into Caspian Sea
    Satan draggin' his key, Wu-Family's the faculty
    K.P., K.P.

    "Am I a good man? Am I a fool? Am I?"


    He used to sling in the stairwell
    Fast to put the rap on thinking cap, ignite your hair gel
    No such thing as a fair sale
    He'll put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail
    And on this level a thug'll sell you garbage
    No refund, the only exchange from the cartridge
    But the users kept comin' back with they life earnings
    Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe burning
    The outcome tragic, household dramatic
    Living rooms to heat our spoons, basements to addicts[attics]
    Support from the B, hit the courts from a fiend
    Who betrayed one, who had lit the torch for his team
    So they sent him gifts, body parts per diems
    In a box that held prints but too dark to see 'em
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