The night's a dark lord, well dressed, inducing our Sun Upon the dawning of a full day he usually will come Galloping upon his winged horse Leaving trails of Stars across the planet, night scene of New York comes to life with lights, pubs, clubs with thugs Mobsters, gangsters, criminals, dealers with drugs Loud music, crowds are moving, up and down blocks In and out of spots, cops watch for a foul shooting So how're we moving? My soul scour through the clouds where the moon'll sit Like the wise Owl searching through a gloomy mist Six, or bring a casket down to his tomb Another child gets pushed through the uterus From the womb we're intuitive, eternal peace or damnation? Depending what we do with it, a genius or a lunatic? A general or a fugitive? It's 'Essential' [Interlude: Killah Priest] Word!, it's 'Essential' to be a man of your words Take care of your seeds, to the young kids, honour your mother [Killah Priest] The greedy night is full of demon's smiles And every hustler wear horns and every fiend comes from the ground The FBI got satellite radar screening our child Jacking off to our chaos, the Beast get aroused There's another world with under bosses, rich not into flossing Put hits on certain lawman, who pick or run for office If they switch then the guns are brought in Who parted with professional ballplayers with big endorsements Who love to trick a hoe that sniff blowing bathroom toilets They're alcoholics, going through mad divorces See their wives in the papers with half their fortune Then there's the Mob - leaving tips, a hundred bucks at the bar Big spenders, around the dealer, shuffling cards Evil laughter, puffing cigars, in a room full of goons Tats cover their bullet wounds, rats are pulled from the Lagoons Mexican mob doing shots of tequila, live ****** Throwing up knots in their pictures with gang signs At the same time, if crack was a wars and you can frame nines You would have plaques of coke scales of money stacks But there is another party with Presidents, CIA Intelligence The Federal Defense, Executives with the Aliens Iraqi's and Israelians and by the time of my demise The one who talked to Cane should rise The second time while Abel blood rain from the skies And who knows where my soul will fly? I'm in the cemetery on top of a dark hillside It's 'Essential'... [Interlude: Killah Priest] Everything's 'Essential', to the single black mothers who's handling business, always about their paper and doing their numbers It's 'Essential', nah'mean? (It's +Essential+) To the youth out there - be a soldier Take care of yours, keep it health; always keep a clear mind Look at the world in front of you, you know? [Killah Priest] Snow fills the night air as the wind throws her thick white hair Across her face, icicles appear, fall from space Like tears, white frosts like flakes I'm with my peers, remorse at the wake So many cats I know I lost this way Sprayed up by bullets, I'm in my woolrich we crossed them graves My man spoke mad hoarse from pain He said "Yo Priest, just think of what we've lost today" The city lights are like the ice around the rich mans wrist Where every hustler, big dreamer, praiser, grants or wish By myself, right off the Belt 'til I hit the Van Wyk Cruising, jigsaw my thoughts, I need a plan to exist Should I get on like them Cuban guerrillas? Fly to their country make a truce with their killers? Move in a Villa, come with few of my ****** They come with theirs; we politic on struggle and social affairs While toasting beers, my man had cunning ideas to get rich with mobsters But what if it didn't prosper? Look what they did to Hoffa My feet buried in the sands out in Nicaragua Or on a cruise out to Venezuela On a ship with a pool, designer clothes and expensive tailors Sipping cappuccino favourite flavour French vanilla Exotic foods, catching shrimp, no more minutes failure The Offering's the movie; my other albums are just trailers I can't hardly sit through the news, watching this fictional tune Political view, the sky's dark as the Original Jews Subliminal clues left in the hieroglyphs Where the ancient empires exist Walk inside the cliffs of Cairo, read the papyruses On the wall feel the Gaul off Judas the Disciple's kiss At the Last Supper nowadays is a microchip End of skull, my survival kit is a rifle clip This is 'Essential'... [Outro: Killah Priest] It's +Essential+ to lookout our family Stay strong, yo Ebo man? I don't even know man? This is +Essential+... Got me zoning out right now, but look at the world The entire art, you'know'what'I'mean? The mind, body and soul Yo, I just wanna give a shout out I wanna give a shout out to the whole world man Everything's +Essential+, you'know'what'I'mean? To the hoods and everybody, you'know'what'I'mean? Become your own Government man, become your own Live, you gotta live strong, you'know'what'I'mean? It's +Essential+, food, clothe and health All that, you'know'what'I'mean? I wanna give a shout out to the whole Brooklyn Gates Ave. where I'm from, you'know'what'I'mean? Brownsville, where I'm from, you'know'what'I'mean? For Whole Brooklyn, big up to Red Hook Yeah, whatup Shabazz the Disciple man? I'ma shout you out, that's my ***** right there Word up! Yo, for everybody who helped me on the album You'know'what'I'mean? Since you came through Fo'real, it's no life that's +Essential+ man Shout out everybody out there man Live long or live strong, you'know'what'I'mean? This goes out to DJ Huggy man Good looking on this track right here, fo'real Just live long (Pittsburgh; light born I see you) (Uh, you'know'what'I'mean?, stand up man, stand up like a man) (I'm ready, I'm ready for the war man, I'm ready, I'm ready y'all) (Priest is ready man, aka putting in work, uh)
The night's a dark lord, well dressed, inducing our Sun Upon the dawning of a full day he usually will come Galloping upon his winged horse Leaving trails of Stars across the planet, night scene of New York comes to life with lights, pubs, clubs with thugs Mobsters, gangsters, criminals, dealers with drugs Loud music, crowds are moving, up and down blocks In and out of spots, cops watch for a foul shooting So how're we moving? My soul scour through the clouds where the moon'll sit Like the wise Owl searching through a gloomy mist Six, or bring a casket down to his tomb Another child gets pushed through the uterus From the womb we're intuitive, eternal peace or damnation? Depending what we do with it, a genius or a lunatic? A general or a fugitive? It's 'Essential' [Interlude: Killah Priest] Word!, it's 'Essential' to be a man of your words Take care of your seeds, to the young kids, honour your mother [Killah Priest] The greedy night is full of demon's smiles And every hustler wear horns and every fiend comes from the ground The FBI got satellite radar screening our child Jacking off to our chaos, the Beast get aroused There's another world with under bosses, rich not into flossing Put hits on certain lawman, who pick or run for office If they switch then the guns are brought in Who parted with professional ballplayers with big endorsements Who love to trick a hoe that sniff blowing bathroom toilets They're alcoholics, going through mad divorces See their wives in the papers with half their fortune Then there's the Mob - leaving tips, a hundred bucks at the bar Big spenders, around the dealer, shuffling cards Evil laughter, puffing cigars, in a room full of goons Tats cover their bullet wounds, rats are pulled from the Lagoons Mexican mob doing shots of tequila, live ****** Throwing up knots in their pictures with gang signs At the same time, if crack was a wars and you can frame nines You would have plaques of coke scales of money stacks But there is another party with Presidents, CIA Intelligence The Federal Defense, Executives with the Aliens Iraqi's and Israelians and by the time of my demise The one who talked to Cane should rise The second time while Abel blood rain from the skies And who knows where my soul will fly? I'm in the cemetery on top of a dark hillside It's 'Essential'... [Interlude: Killah Priest] Everything's 'Essential', to the single black mothers who's handling business, always about their paper and doing their numbers It's 'Essential', nah'mean? (It's +Essential+) To the youth out there - be a soldier Take care of yours, keep it health; always keep a clear mind Look at the world in front of you, you know? [Killah Priest] Snow fills the night air as the wind throws her thick white hair Across her face, icicles appear, fall from space Like tears, white frosts like flakes I'm with my peers, remorse at the wake So many cats I know I lost this way Sprayed up by bullets, I'm in my woolrich we crossed them graves My man spoke mad hoarse from pain He said "Yo Priest, just think of what we've lost today" The city lights are like the ice around the rich mans wrist Where every hustler, big dreamer, praiser, grants or wish By myself, right off the Belt 'til I hit the Van Wyk Cruising, jigsaw my thoughts, I need a plan to exist Should I get on like them Cuban guerrillas? Fly to their country make a truce with their killers? Move in a Villa, come with few of my ****** They come with theirs; we politic on struggle and social affairs While toasting beers, my man had cunning ideas to get rich with mobsters But what if it didn't prosper? Look what they did to Hoffa My feet buried in the sands out in Nicaragua Or on a cruise out to Venezuela On a ship with a pool, designer clothes and expensive tailors Sipping cappuccino favourite flavour French vanilla Exotic foods, catching shrimp, no more minutes failure The Offering's the movie; my other albums are just trailers I can't hardly sit through the news, watching this fictional tune Political view, the sky's dark as the Original Jews Subliminal clues left in the hieroglyphs Where the ancient empires exist Walk inside the cliffs of Cairo, read the papyruses On the wall feel the Gaul off Judas the Disciple's kiss At the Last Supper nowadays is a microchip End of skull, my survival kit is a rifle clip This is 'Essential'... [Outro: Killah Priest] It's +Essential+ to lookout our family Stay strong, yo Ebo man? I don't even know man? This is +Essential+... Got me zoning out right now, but look at the world The entire art, you'know'what'I'mean? The mind, body and soul Yo, I just wanna give a shout out I wanna give a shout out to the whole world man Everything's +Essential+, you'know'what'I'mean? To the hoods and everybody, you'know'what'I'mean? Become your own Government man, become your own Live, you gotta live strong, you'know'what'I'mean? It's +Essential+, food, clothe and health All that, you'know'what'I'mean? I wanna give a shout out to the whole Brooklyn Gates Ave. where I'm from, you'know'what'I'mean? Brownsville, where I'm from, you'know'what'I'mean? For Whole Brooklyn, big up to Red Hook Yeah, whatup Shabazz the Disciple man? I'ma shout you out, that's my ***** right there Word up! Yo, for everybody who helped me on the album You'know'what'I'mean? Since you came through Fo'real, it's no life that's +Essential+ man Shout out everybody out there man Live long or live strong, you'know'what'I'mean? This goes out to DJ Huggy man Good looking on this track right here, fo'real Just live long (Pittsburgh; light born I see you) (Uh, you'know'what'I'mean?, stand up man, stand up like a man) (I'm ready, I'm ready for the war man, I'm ready, I'm ready y'all) (Priest is ready man, aka putting in work, uh)
