Killah Priest在今年出版正式專輯《Behind the Stained Glass》之前
有這麼一套《Stained Glass Freestyles》
裡頭有6部曲（除了bonus之外）
頭尾2首是我覺得很有深意的
也感謝專業typemaker DaSun Akbar
（ThankU!!!）感覺一下吧
Stained Glass Freestyle Pt.1Typed by: DaSun AkbarUh-eh-eh-ehYeah, yeah, yeahUh, it's like life, uh, uh[Killah Priest]A penny for your wishes; a dollar for your thoughtsA century in their prison, if you blow trial in courtYou know the hustlers, cold, die young and never grow oldDealers with faces, ice cold disciplesBut if you slip they turn to JudasA lot of big names blew it, so watch it move itYeah, real cats who really did it, never became rappersThey either in coffins or in jailWith their dates carved on the walls with slashesSo who these guys but actor, you can't fool meMy lives far from a moviePriest the Stained Glass medallion, from yours trulyI'd been in every part of BrooklynI know all the gods; all the stars; all the hoodlumsSo if pounds don't go down, you must be a dude from out of townI play the silent robe, catch me by the loungeBut anyway with all that, we all lived the street lifeAre you really wild as you say you are?Same cats stunt, same cat in the grave tomorrowNah, we wanna get old, raise kids, gray beardsLooking back in the best yearsWe left here, while y'all carried on in the drug apocalypseThrown in the black pit that's bottomlessI wanna see days like SolomonSeeing life through scope so I honor itThese dudes's lying like getting shot is hotThey only say that 'cause they not witchu on the blockThey ain't warning about the plans the government got for usThey work for the man we discovered in plot from cuffsAnd please most of these emcees are cowardsAll they talk about is the cheese and powderBut not the real like release the power'Cause a lot don't know, so the seeds won't growWhich misleads to the enemy's threshold?Flesh cold on the gurney, soul leaves, start your journeyEverlasting no more, in return green, ashes to ashesGold halo bird wings, if we read God's words we could still thug it outNot laying on the pavement blood in your mouthG-Ciples, street survival, thug's for GodCome as you are, mugs with scars, broke with no jobsSmoke in your jaws, high all you scratchingHeroin withdraws; this ain't heaven, so why rest here?Think about yesteryears, the blood, sweat and tearsHow many dudes listen to Marvin? Cry for loveWe rather listen to Mob men and die from slugsThey can't quote a verse from Jesus but know the verses from EtherBut won't listen to Nas when his records are deeperHold on let me take a breather; they won't listen to Priest eitherSince when is it cool to run like a Cheetah?Maybe we're too blunted off a reeferMaybe we'll learn when them same bullets returnAnd it's too late, the hood is adjournedThe next court date is tomorrowThink about of who you followThink about the time we're wastingWhen you move upon that bottleShalom I stand behind the glassMay you think before you sink up in the gas?Nuclear war man, we don't need that
