| Yeah… Supreme Hebrew Intellect, Rem-D
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| Killah Priest, Iron Shiek from the Middle East
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| A/K/A Masada, 'Lipps, let me feel you
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| This is the Testimony… The Testimony is here!
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| (*chorus starts here*)
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| As it is written, my life, love, uh-huh
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| The present, man, they taught me
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| Words of a tortured soul, it is the weather
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| This is my… this is my Testimony
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| Brought around, I feel his presence on me
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| The demons often told me, these problems often crossed me
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| And I, I, I…
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| My poems, my cribs, my money, my wiz
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| My accounts, all the expenses, all my amounts
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| Means nothing, from my eyes, I’ve seen thy coming
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| I sleep when I dream, I see kingdoms crumbling
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| Ask my pastor, visit rabbies, even got baptized
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| Six times, on the sixth day
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| I sit and pray, Bibles, Torah, send 'em my way
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| This tortured filled with me rage, these loyals buildin' for days
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| Open up the graves, givin' hope for the slaves
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| Like the Shuyah, Tribes of Judah, my life’s the future
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| The past is in my notepad, you read it like the forecast
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| Revolution: warpath, execution, I wore rags
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| My head up, I talk to the clouds
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| Lords of Laws, please walk with your child
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| Cuz if they try to kill me, bring the jury
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| And the whole court will come down
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| Fuck these pagans, workers for Satan
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| Disguised through your lies, came through poor education
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| The world’s lookin' for a leader, he’s the head of the nations
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| Read it in revelations, believe it, if you’re weeded
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| They final destination, will be their devastation
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| I could just picture wings comin' out of our backs
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| Open up the flap, the whole sky turns black
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| The economy, collapse, and that’s that, this is my testimony
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| Yo, I was made in the grounds, way beneath the streets
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| Wrapped up in Hebrew sheets, resurrected
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| Supreme Hebrew Intellect, what you expected?
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| I inject you, you’ve now been infected
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| In search of a rabbi, I found Killah Priest
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| Lakihim, merushuliam, you pray, facin' East
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| In a land, soaked sacred, rebel for common error
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| Blood, sweat, tears, terror
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| Lost souls, angels, the dead sea scrolls
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| Hidden in holes, barefooted, walkin' on coals
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| Behold, I’m at the lion’s gate, controllin' my fate
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| This is I and don’t hate, Heaven skies could wait
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| The most high, most try to get close by
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| This is it, Words to Live By, voices cry
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| Now or never, do or die, thou shall not tell a lie
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| I’m a fly, livin' that live, testify |