Welcome Lyrics & Chords By Killah Priest

[Intro: Movie sample]
**Screaming crowd**
Man: 'God Help us'

Woman: You sure it's God?
You sure it's not the Devil
Man: I'm not sure - I'm not sure of anything
Woman: If it's the Devil, the Devil can be cast out
Man: But what if it's God?
Man: You can't cast out God can you...?

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Ahhh hahaha come wit me to the hood
Killaz, thieves and murders

[Killah Priest]
Beneath the pale Moon the night watches the goons
Hop in the costume dressed as killa clowns
As death feel the town niggaz surround
They see grave near the Marry Go Round
Beneath the slave burial ground
(What else you see?) There’s blood on the pavement
There's thug in the states
There's Cops from patrol just watchin' with soul
I turned hot to turn cold, something’s burnin' my soul
It's the Brimstone, fill it when the wind blown
Push my skin against the bones
I cringe as I smell stitch from the chrome
Its home, the projects - Bitches gossip the glock clips
Cops sick, just watch shit, when T.V. brainwash it
The pain of the Projects, a slow process
No progress I'm held hostage with thieves
Receive princely fees after they empty your sleeve
Your enemy squeeze, Tec .9, its death and crime
It's all stress somethin' that's left is blind
It's the prognosis of Moses
The Jones', the hopeless, the homeless
The oppress and slow death souls are left, no rest
Shootouts everyday like the old West

[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]
Who'd you rather serve? - God or Devil
+Welcome+ into Earth's graveyard with shovel
Or do you rather be amongst the livin' and enjoy your life
Observin' the stars from distance that Voyage of light

[Killah Priest]
Each day I hunger, feelin' my days are numbered
If I go under - Who will be there to raise my son up?
Feelin' discomfort it's sounds like I'm hearin' the trumpets
Blowin' across the sky feels like the spirits are comin'
By drillin' and pumpin', stealin' is corruption
Face with Women seduction
Sittin' and fuckin' the beginnin' was nuttin'
Genesis forbidden the pluckin'
From the trees of Adam & Eve
Gatherin' leaves, the madness it see's
The Magnum will squeeze, handguns and weed
From the days of Egyptian clay powders
Since the days of grave robbers
To the days of slave drivers
On the Mayflowers, they gave us powder
Nowadays our devoured, we're afraid of the power
Like cowards we lay in the shower
Pray for what's ours

[Chorus 2X]

[Killah Priest]
The Sun darkens; the Moon's covered with blood
I'm in the projects, in a room with couple of thugs
We all share hugs
Light candles, sit in circles and read from the ghettos manual
As I open the book feeled with crooks
Thieves with dirty looks
Pictures of killaz and niggaz and drug dealers
We all get the chills but we still keep turnin' the page
I'm burnin' some siege
Beneath the red light bulbs
Read the life of thugs
Sort of image of Knight, some blood, some gloves
Some slugs, some ice, some fights in clubs
Ivory tribal are like Africans they madd tribal
We close our eyes too, the Ghetto Bible have recitals
Think all about our rivals, draw tattoos on our back too
My man just got one of a fat Pterodactyl, we eat fast food

[Chorus 4X]

[Outro: Killah Priest]
Close the Book -- that's enough
Until next time, I'll tell you more tales
More dark imagery and show you more pictures, come on!

**Animals growling**