Come With Me Songtext
von Killah Priest
Come With Me Songtext
Pa Verbs, yeah, yeah
Yo
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow′s web with a blowtorch
Into where there's no air ′til you find your corpse
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow's web with a blowtorch
Into where there's no air ′til you find your corpse
Enter with caution, it′s the hood, dark and haunted
See those crackheads with dead eyes? They souls been tormented
Look at the old man throwin' up his body organs
Smell an odor in the air ′cause of dead corpses
Just keep walkin', keep observin′, I'll do the talkin′
This is the hood they don't visit often
This is the world after nuclear war end
And this is your school's old ruins
No more babies because the laws that they passed at the UN
These the blueprints of the world, they plan to ban music
Let the camera crew and the news in, they got the right to hear this
This the truest and the realest you′ll ever get it
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow′s web with a blowtorch
Into where there's no air ′til you find your corpse
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow's web with a blowtorch
Into where there′s no air 'til you find your corpse
Come with me up the dark stairwell where dealers dwell
Now ask yourself, "Could this be Hell?"
Look, see that man with elephant hands?
Now take a glance at the skeletons of that tramp and a pimp
Now take a whiff of the blunt smoke, guns, coke
Young folks that swung dope, this is the year 3000
Flee the housin′, just keep browsin' at the ghetto
We call it Devil's Island, I swear I see the demon smilin′
At every child and drug dealin′, to a slug or kill 'em
Yo, I feel like the whole world′s lost in space
I'm clappin′ at the beast by takin' the cannon off my waist
Sing along
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow′s web with a blowtorch
Into where there's no air 'til you find your corpse
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow′s web with a blowtorch
Into where there′s no air 'til you find your corpse
All day
Don′t play, never play
Yo, it's Priesthood, Freestyle
High Priest, it′s all together, you know
Pa Verbs, you
Yo
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow′s web with a blowtorch
Into where there's no air ′til you find your corpse
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow's web with a blowtorch
Into where there's no air ′til you find your corpse
Enter with caution, it′s the hood, dark and haunted
See those crackheads with dead eyes? They souls been tormented
Look at the old man throwin' up his body organs
Smell an odor in the air ′cause of dead corpses
Just keep walkin', keep observin′, I'll do the talkin′
This is the hood they don't visit often
This is the world after nuclear war end
And this is your school's old ruins
No more babies because the laws that they passed at the UN
These the blueprints of the world, they plan to ban music
Let the camera crew and the news in, they got the right to hear this
This the truest and the realest you′ll ever get it
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow′s web with a blowtorch
Into where there's no air ′til you find your corpse
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow's web with a blowtorch
Into where there′s no air 'til you find your corpse
Come with me up the dark stairwell where dealers dwell
Now ask yourself, "Could this be Hell?"
Look, see that man with elephant hands?
Now take a glance at the skeletons of that tramp and a pimp
Now take a whiff of the blunt smoke, guns, coke
Young folks that swung dope, this is the year 3000
Flee the housin′, just keep browsin' at the ghetto
We call it Devil's Island, I swear I see the demon smilin′
At every child and drug dealin′, to a slug or kill 'em
Yo, I feel like the whole world′s lost in space
I'm clappin′ at the beast by takin' the cannon off my waist
Sing along
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow′s web with a blowtorch
Into where there's no air 'til you find your corpse
Come with me through the thick fog, past the morgue
Past the projects where the gats go off
Burn through the black widow′s web with a blowtorch
Into where there′s no air 'til you find your corpse
All day
Don′t play, never play
Yo, it's Priesthood, Freestyle
High Priest, it′s all together, you know
Pa Verbs, you
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