[Intro: Killah Priest]
  What up, Priest?
  What up, cat?
  Since you're one of the dopest MC's that I ever heard
  I want you to kick the story
  Yeah, I got one, already..
  The dopest story I heard, check it
  
  [Killah Priest]
  Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep
  He heard the hounds of horses, surround his fortress
  Look down, the whole town with torches
  Blood on the door knock where our lord slept
  Night before the see-er saw it, so they slept nautious
  Broken windows with cannisters, hidden cameras
  Masked man at the top of the bannister
  Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs
  A knife in the back with a note attached, read 'Beware'
  Looked up, saw a blowin curtain, a open window
  and heard the whistle of the soft air, someone screamin 'warfare'
  So Solomon takes cover, a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed,
  don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her
  Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright moon and star
  His lil' way out the valley, a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley
  Someone knocked his daughter off a balcony, bloodshed in Galilea
  The cowardly flee to the hills of Cabarea
  Thieves of a hundred gates, the queen of cities
  No one shows pity, flyin spirits, floatin demons, fallen saints
  Soldiers walkin by their ranks, service of the East gate, scared to drink
  What would our leaders think? Every man lookin at each other, scared to blink
  The seed inside the sanctuary, scary
  Portraits of Saint Mary, with Mona Lisa
  The Queen of Cheeba, strokin a cheetah
  Other mid-wives sayin 'I don't like the way he treats her'
  Pass the reefer, bad cheeba, Solomon judge wisely
  Wisdom spoken of highly, hair knotty, ask God 'Why me?'
  
  [Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]
  It's the street life that I write
  From beginning to end
  Dealin with these lies and deceptions
  Like the fall of Solomon
  And all my niggas in the State Pen
  Who doin five to ten
  
  [Killah Priest]
  Order these Gods to untie me
  He said men do not despise a thief if he still dissatisfy his soul
  If he's captured he shall restore it, seven fold
  A legend unfold, let it be written in the scroll
  Solomon's gold, swallow them whole
  He said 'Fuck you!', make me another Pagan God
  Usin brass poles, spies layin up in the closet
  They open the door, they spray holes through the prophets
  Solomon whispers, a man reaches in his zipper
  The king killed by his own bishop
  Hit beneath the babel gate himself, fucked when he hicced up
  Tears of a child, 'Daddy, get up!'
  Fast forward, you see Malcolm X fallin from a pulpit
  Sprayed up by bullets, dead over bullshit
  Niggas layin on the pavement, holes in their Woolridge
  Look what the wolves did, full clips and cartridges
  Imposters live, abduct the kids in front of corner stores
  Poppin shit, throwin up gang signs at the same time
  Them niggas roll dice and fight canines/K-9's
  Should I wake 'em up or let 'em stay blind?
  Cause education seem like it's only shit to a thug
  You either Crip or you Blood, really? I'm sick of the grudge
  Y'all niggas need to dip it in blood, I should walk by
  And take a flick of your mug, show you how vicious you was
  Neighborhood overflooded with liqour and drugs
  Young queens grow up to be strippers in clubs
  Man, damn son!
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  [Outro: Killah Priest]
  It's the street life that I write
  It's the street life that I write