KILLAH PRIEST - STREET MATRIX w/Lyrics

Artist: Killah Priest Album: Elizabeth Song: Street Matrix Typed by: DaSun Akbar [Killah Priest] In the galaxy there’s a cube, the cube is the net The net is the streets where killers log on to connect Neurotransmitters dealers’ recept Looking for a transplant niggas for the body to reject Thru the street deep, neurons, niggas form like cells Holding heat, molecules that’ll buss off at least shells A round of ground of ya domes town, chrome four pound And park in lake areas, hunters release the hounds Here’s where the peptide feeds on they own proteins Single iron will blow ion Niggas contaminate the bloodstream Arteries clog ya lobbies, receptors not enough oxygen Red cells camouflage with shotty’s Peptides are synthesized in the neutrons soma Caused the block to go into a coma Synaptics die, rush, switch the chemicals after the weed aroma Removal of the blocks, brains mechanism, may affect the system Get out of line, flatline when the tec will hit ’em Respect the wisdom or its death in prison (Hook) In the street matrix Thugs shed blood in front of all nations The Beast soon arise, surprise! Saddam had a facelift Big Brother disguise, I hide in the spaceship In the street matrix [Killah Priest] Alkaline thugs blasting at amino acid niggas Attack the killers, follow white rabbit dealers Downholes Merovingian ho’s, holding ratchet triggers Underground railroads like modern Harriet pictures Drug endorphins is released Ecstasy bitches walking in the streets Coffins beneath, opiates, OG kids But nothing in New York is sweet Jezebel show ya bitch with the bullets she caught with her teeth Blocks are sedated, till the glocks is waving Cops are caving, shots are blazing Like the Nazis invading, dude’s beefing Till the glucagon, PCP’s start secretion Than this bitch whispers a secret The laws of attraction, war there’s action Capping, stabbing, the old lady telling the captain While the analysts grafting, so take a trip thru the mind And take a trip down the train line At the same time, what’s out there is in you The real meaning of an interview, street matrix