CITY HIGH

by PRIEST

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Tru Lyrikks Once again Priest brings quality in this project. The storytelling is very detailed and the delivery is smooth. The lyrics allow me to visualize his perspective with such clarity that it becomes almost like an experienced memory. Many of these songs I can relate to, it's not your overly-political, verbal-diarrhea filled type of rap, it's genuine hip hop.
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released October 22, 2013

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PRIEST New York

Born and raised in Detroit and Metropolitan Detroit, Priest began sharpening his craft at the age of 13. Overtime, he established his creative properties with his storytelling abilities and poetic narratives through observant eyes.
Lyrical and raw, Priest's lyrical content encompasses tones of urban commentary, social dialogue and ironic circumstances of everyday life.
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Track Name: Everyday
(Chorus)

...Cause Everyday is any other day that we get up...
(Foreground) - 4x

Same place in the same time in my lane riding
the same as we do any day and time, it's just to get up

(1st Verse)
You never hear Priest, with one or two enemies, never
my niggas total half-a-dozen if any, if ever
Circle tight as bonds niggas fuck with too many to sever
I'm tryna make a dollar rubbing two pennies together
With Cadillacs in every color as Indian feathers
when back in the day, when they was plush with Corinthian leather
Tryna get mine as any one or two cities could measure
the life of the chooser, wouldn't substitute any to beggars
...But on and back again
back-against-the-wall motion
in Summer season-to-fall open, it's a day in the life
and posted on the block
Niggas hold the corner spot down to keep a closer watch
scoping for the Cops
...Or niggas rap and think they be the chosen one to pop
and say they're armed for action
It's always competition in my city
with eyes to detect your movement like it's moving target practice
so stay in line just like a Supermarket, passing through Everyday...

(Chorus)
...Cause Everyday is any other day that we get up...

(Foreground) - 4x

Same place in the same time in my lane riding
the same as we do any day and time, it's just to get up

(2nd Verse)
Shit, I'm tryna map my timeline 'til it grows thin
the world turns, with it, your life cycle in those spins
Dreams of radio, define life with needle spins
for limelight and 5 mics in the Source
and people passed us in a rhyme cypher,
"these poor kids, pipe dreams of rapping,"
They don't know I'm training like a prize fighter, keep both limbs
strong enough to carry this dream with
influenced by what we was bumping,
and in hindsight, was East-coast then
We want the praise, riches and respect
but with minimum wage figures to collect
back with a blank disc and a cassette in the days rhyming...
I love home, but that's where the tragedy touches the worst
but not 'fore reality touches it first
It's where the heart is, but I never kept it on the sleeve
and death is *Common sense*
spoke of *Resurrection* on the streets
The land where niggas work and never rested more than peace
and recycle what's left with more to see
as another day in Detroit....

(Chorus)

...Cause Everyday is any other day that we get up...
(Foreground) - 4x

Same place in the same time in my lane riding
the same as we do any day and time, it's just to get up
Track Name: He Say, She Say
(1st Verse)
...Yeah we traveled in the same circles, yeah
'Cause she's attractive is the main hurdle
a lotta niggas, lotta traffic in the lane
and looking for words to connect it be the book of love,
or just another chapter in a blank journal
Be on some hard to get, catch me if you can
couple sexy Instagram pics, lotta niggas pressed to be her man....
Truth, you gotta pay if you decide to play
if time was money, she wouldn't give you the time of day
So, cautiously I step, she rolled her eyes at me
Dropped a couple lines, and they multiplied at me
But you don't know me, I don't even know what side that means
besides you only fuck with dope boys and signed athletes...

(Bridge) - 2x
But She said that she heard,
What I heard:
was on and on again, it goes on and on again

(2nd Verse)
...On some premadonna shit
but interest in this independent chick
and trying to befriend a mistress, the promiscuous type
Casanova type, heard she the controlling type
she was attractive mocha-light
the actress overnight at Jazz at open mics
ordered a double shot of Jack, a tad bit overpriced
I'm tryna get that jacket open, kissing too,
unwrapped the golden Trojan, bend it over right
to crack it open twice

(Hook)

He Say, but She Say,
But they still on your mind - (3x)
... But they still on your mind, but they still on your mind

(Background)
Gotta put me on, you gotta put me on,
you gotta put me on, I said you gotta put me on...

(3rd Verse)
...Yeah, we traveled in the same circle
Said I "Wasn't so much forbidden fruit,
but just a rotten apple and my game's verbal
a straight Virgo, and heartless..."
and I'm known just for "...ripping apart chicks
all up in a day's workload
Be on some Casanova shit, a mix of Pretty Tony,
phony, mix half-bologna, half in holy matrimony..."

"Like the rest of these niggas tryna get on
and these bitches hyping him on, it's like....
It's like you think you spitting rhymes in a poem,
I ain't the type of the games,
I know you think it work
because most of your life you was born to believe it
I can see your trifling ways..."

I said that "I ain't tryna put you on,
but you talking and playing them games (Goddamn!)"

(Hook)

He Say, but She Say,
But they still on your mind - (3x)
... But they still on your mind, but they still on your mind

(Background)
Gotta put me on, you gotta put me on,
you gotta put me on, I said you gotta put me on...
Track Name: King David
Yeah... Uh-huh, uh-huh uh huh....

(1st Verse)
As the roots of this rap shit blossom in my seed
the Renaissance, to the city of Gotham
as you compliment my steeze
Please, no drama to my scene
Fuck it, I'm giving it raw, it ain't no condom in my beats
Monogamous, I mean
True to the game
Moving with the same pursuit of a Jew in Jerusalem's name
This world of evil do'ers, lucifers, saints,
chasing a lucrative wage
I'm all three-into-one, it's RAP: a revolutionist's rage
Fuck a dummy-down
nigga smarten up, we sparking up some shit
Pump your fist, love or dump it or bump it and fuck with it
like or leave it, customer's pick
the style switches like voluptuous chicks...

(Bridge)
It take something to break something (4x)

(Hook)
Takes one to know one
said I'm second to no one
Said I'm second to no one!
(King David must be in my bones)

(2nd Verse)
This is Hip-hop:
I spit proper proverbs to prosper
the Witch Doctor to the Chakras give props to shit poppers
Man, this shit is clockwork
and chick's rock to mixed vodka
Niggas spit scripted shit, Pac or Big Poppa
Bitch stop it! Opposite of logic, STOP, the shit's pop
to rimshots, my shit is Opera
Risk oxygen to lock you in
But Hip-hop has flip-flopped and slick, conscious wit
blocked to get profit, with lots of imposters
mixed into it, though no vision,
I'm driven to blow
I Go for broke in this road eroding the engine and spokes
To recap it: Priest at it, reeks havoc to recapture it
and freelancing it afterwards, acting as freak accidents
Priest and it's Jaze Baqti
is two Jazz Kings
This the new last breed, check my New Jack Swing
Seen a legacy to replicate with the pen
and my project in your home, like Section 8 in the crib...

(Bridge)
It take something to break something (4x)

(Hook)
Takes one to know one
said I'm second to no one
Said I'm second to no one!
(King David must be in my bones)

(Bridge)
It take something to break something (4x)
Track Name: Love Is
(1st Verse)
Need Love, but so many niggas deprived of it
never seen it once, but you tryna strengthen your ties to it
You believe it does exist, but your vision is blind to it
cause through the streets you wonder if your description is right
or just the truth as anyone could tell it...
It's love everywhere
the proof, if any, comes as jealousy
niggas divide through it
Seen the struggle and the niggas that didn't apply to it
makes you wanna leave in search of a different environment to be in
They gotta love you to hate on you
you gotta be doing something 'fore a nigga decide to
It's a lot of ya'll professing it
more have written a rhyme to it
Just an average nobody, with a sense of entitlement
...Or maybe niggas rapping for the circle it builds
cause niggas compliment you, fulfilling your personal thrills
And the dreams of you crossing over commercial, is real
where other niggas tried to achieve universal appeal
You a self-proclaimed "bonafied legend,"
still a bitch behind the imported wine
and the golden oversized necklace
They targeting you
notice the weapon that hits the hardest
more than sparking the truth, and more harmful, is proof:
you a pussy and everything you was starving to prove
You think you validate with charting a tune?
Nigga please, it ain't the cars and the jewels
he ain't hated on,
the problem ain't the publicist or record label marketing dude
...That nigga need love....

(Hook) - 2x
...It's gotta be, gotta be
You know what Love is, it's gotta be something....
It's gotta be, gotta be
Yo, he said he know what Love is,
it's gotta be something....

(2nd Verse)
Need love and so many women deprived of it
never seen it once, but shit is so vivid describing it
Niggas eat it up, she loves the attention
denies it when them inner-demons come to surface
she flinch at the sight of men
Dreams to be a video vixen, the finest since Melissa Ford
she a regular chick when the lighting dims on her
Titties out, when she switching, the sight of it
will make you wonder
if she's showing some skin for the highest bid
She backing niggas off, spit in their face
And women act like it's not the type of attention they crave
Like it's not their style or the type of position they play
Like these niggas fowl
and not the decision they make to give the ass on the first night
(But niggas, they the dogs though...)
According to this bird, flight at night but at a crossroads
Wondering: "Why do dudes only wanna smash?"
and she only wanna ask after she open her knees
...Maybe the shit is simple and she's not a victim
a hoe is hoe, with no underlying emotional needs
Or daddy issues... "These bitches hating" according to her
When she forming her words, bitches roll their eyes at her
They ain't paying you no attention
If so them bitches laughing at you
cause niggas grabbing at you, the average black dude
with a couple of dollars in his possession can have a piece
She let him blaze it without protection and had a seed
Aborted it, that's number four
even got a rap sheet
Fucked a married man and she got her trifling ass beat
Got a reputation and she live with the pain
it ain't no hater, no women or no nigga to blame...
That woman need a hug....

(Hook) - 4x
...It's gotta be, gotta be
You know what Love is, it's gotta be something....
It's gotta be, gotta be
Yo, he said he know what Love is,
it's gotta be something....
Track Name: City High
(1st Verse)
Another story to be told,
The city motherfucker this the real, and a majority be broke
No glory to behold, or to be had
and said the man ain't the money if your fortune is pre-owned
I'm tryna rent or lease a dollar
not lose or relinquish power
When every shortage you bring home
means it's just another portion to be loaned to you
You feel the pain and when it pours into each bone
and though it's more than you lead on
and every morning you leave home, do you speak the language?
Money talks, native tongue
we all speak it, it's the greatest love ever known to man
I hope you settle on a plan or layout
cause niggas travel in the safe route and bout the fast money
Express ways of an *expressway* to get it
nigga, when you *inner* sections,
hope you bring your best behavior with it
Say it's real until finish line, though
so what's the glory if a nigga never live and die broke?

(Hook) - 2x
I put my City High
smoke to get the whole city high
I put my City High
smoke clears, whole city wide, just ride...
If you, can't live forever then be something that will
And if you, can't live forever then be something that will...

(2nd Verse)
They say to change you keep receipts for,
destined to return to it
and there the streets wait, after parole and release dates
but no clean slate or second chance
A repeat offender
my freedom withers on either side of the bars
with no leisure with the cards stacked like this
The hardest rap you ever heard: That 25-to-Life shit
No sunny-side tonight ends, darkness of the days
and you can charge it to the game of life shit
cause in a margin of a page
I could barely capture it: A rapper in the back of an ambulance
gasping with the last of his breath
That ain't a accident these bullets they had a name
First and Last
It's no coincidence, these niggas was circling back
to the block and was confident for the kill
it's a consequence of the real:
when a nigga's crying out to his mom's
the only way that most of us are leaving the scene
is hooked to a breathing machine
and they're pronouncing him gone
and THAT'S the real!

(Hook) - 2x
I put my City High
smoke to get the whole city high
I put my City High
smoke clears, whole city wide, just ride...
If you, can't live forever then be something that will
And if you, can't live forever then be something that will...

(3rd Verse)
I gives a fuck about your status
riding dick to get accepted
and banking on another man's image just to get respected
Since you endorse him
you should be splitting your check with him
or in the streets with him risking your neck with him
But at your detriment
he see himself in these lows
Two niggas, same stumping grounds
More or less could be both of them struggling
Perhaps when jealous men, as niggas call
See you flaunt this vision of riches and ghetto wealth and he broke
Will make you wanna try the same niggas
that benefit the most
Ain't no gentleman approach, cause you ain't living it
Besides, your penmanship and privilege is a joke
Behind your five or ten minutes to blow
you niggas get your membership revoked
In truth, it ain't a portrait of what you is
and you ain't shown a portion of what you did
You niggas oughta be fortunate if you live
The realest niggas never do
You either stuffed in a box, or bused in with buckles and locks...

(Hook) - 2x
I put my City High
smoke to get the whole city high
I put my City High
smoke clears, whole city wide, just ride...
If you, can't live forever then be something that will
And if you, can't live forever then be something that will...
Track Name: Flipside
(1st Verse)
What he saw was his life in the big screen
a light beyond the night through the side of a dim street
In a cypher, spitting his life in a sixteen
Hoping his money will grow to the height of his big dreams
Back in the day, we was scribbling rhymes openly
dwindling time mostly and they told me when I see the sky
Remember to fly closely, hopefully won't be
most of these niggas living to die broke
We in the same boat, for the time being, and hope is floating
against the current
You place a distant third, in a first and a second attempt
Hope the bigger picture is worth the perfectionist's pen
it took to create with
Am I caged in the same shit?
And whenever the page flips
and no question if it's the same twist ending
with no end to it
Hoping my lane switch
and I'm hoping it's no delays in it
Hoping it make sense
is what I'm hoping...

(Hook)
"...And on the real, it's just to get by
and spend your minutes alive
until your limited time is up,"
And said: "I'll catch you on the Flipside"
Said: "I'll catch you on the Flipside"
(And I am what I am, and I'm doing what I came to do
and you can put that on your mind and trust....)

(2nd Verse)
Yeah... I see the stage is set
lights, camera, action for the favorite guest
A painful threat, to lose it all when you never had shit
and crave respect
You still tryna establish
what you built out of imagining what's complex in a dream
even envisioning mansions and executive suites
Letting my testament speak
my only weapon is speech
you're no reflection of me
only represent Priest
I ain't addressing no beef, plain as ever, no grief
or blame, regret or no sleep... yeah
But shit I'm contemplating it now
mind's flooded trying not to complicate it with doubts
My time's coming, just another somber face in the crowd
with a bunch of roses in a city block awaiting to sprout
Yeah... But seen the city steal more
than you can imagine, in short:
no compensation for the damages for an imaginative war
with no commander of this war
then you can abandon the remorse given a chance and a reward
The answer we more than have to establish:
What we after? To be more than what we asking to be
More than that, we answered it before
Like, so when niggas read in between the lines you peep
what's either beside or what lies beneath my rhymes
I wanna be in the driver seat
you niggas passengers and looking through the eyes of Priest...

(Hook)
"...And on the real, it's just to get by
and spend your minutes alive
until your limited time is up,"
And said: "I'll catch you on the Flipside"
Said: "I'll catch you on the Flipside"
(And I am what I am, and I'm doing what I came to do
and you can put that on your mind and trust....)
Track Name: Out of Nothing (From the Bottom)
(1st Verse)
Story told true
the older heads used to say that glory holds youth
in poorly grown roots
But rose up, blossoming a juvenile
when I sharpen my techniques with the spark of a stress leaf
and through the storm a Category Four's loose
My niggas storm through and storm troop
and never test it, like a laboratory-formed tube
Show and prove, listen: A focused, true vision
and I map it out before you niggas rolled the blueprints in...

It's money in the bank
Fuck it, I'm a dreamer seeing niggas sitting lovely in the paint
and the chase could mean the money in the bank

I love the cityscape
but seen the Apple rot at 42nd up to 58th
And nigga what your life is?
Or rather, what the price is?
And when the lights of your life dim, is it fight or flight risk?
An end with no end to it
Now put that on your mind
and what it mean to you to put that on the line, and still dreaming...

(Hook)
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up
my mind is made up, they tried to say it's plain luck
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up
my mind is made up, from the bottom and I came up...

(2nd Verse)
Yeah the storm drags on
tried to make it rain, but got the forecast wrong
Niggas starving, the four-track'll be the four-course of action
for the solid gold, pot of gold
to keep the product sold to common folks
Want my pockets swole evenly
I pen it to the page, lost in it, it's Michigan
I represent it to the graveyard
Masterpiece, everything I spit is framed art
You living in the past? Then reminisce the days lost
I get this...

It's money in the bank
Fuck it, I'm a dreamer seeing niggas sitting lovely in the paint
and the chase could mean the money in the bank

You're dusty in this race
but watch the niggas that your buzz affiliates you with
and even so without it, same deal
These niggas ain't real
just a bunch of starving artists that's after the same meal
Money on my mind, call it paper weight
A grind, that only time tells to redefine self
Or still dreaming...

(Hook)
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up
my mind is made up, they tried to say it's plain luck
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up
my mind is made up, from the bottom and I came up...

(3rd Verse)
Defying the bliss of the moment and denying the glitz
Undying in wish, Priest be stacking his retirement chips
with no poker face, I got niggas I aspire to lift
that see the hand that I'm dealt
You niggas just riding the fence
I'm reprimanding myself to say I'm not feeling your style, I guess
I would never hate on a nigga that's tryna see a million
No doubt, but check
you niggas steer the conversation wrong
like an automobile in your mouth
And really you can go anyway with it
You won't slow any paper but if you chose to relate to it, though
Cause really I could show you yesterday
through it, told through the eyes of my past
and told through what lies in my path
when you're rewinding me back
"With his binoculars aimed to the top," he said
Like he was photo-shopped in this game
Wants the photo Op with his name
From kicking wisdom that an old philosopher paints
And from the oldest drop in his veins
with the whole metropolis aiming to get it...

(Hook)
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up
my mind is made up, they tried to say it's plain luck
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
From the Bottom out of nothing it came
(And you waiting to see)
It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up
my mind is made up, from the bottom and I came up...
Track Name: Load Up The Mic
**Sample Hook**

Priest, Strangelove on the beat
My nigga, lil nigga...

(1st Verse)
And they saying I'm the shit, I defecate on beats
but seeing that I'm pressed to play lowkey
Trying to be a domestic name known up in your Section 8 home
cause niggas you pop in the deck is plain ol' weak
So what you pressing play for, B?
Peace out to niggas that's stressing a J-O-B
For all the companies your resume won't reach
I been there with a tense glare
When the fridge bares, when the bliss wears
and the checks deflate on Priest
Artist starving for the one shot deal, the shit that I wrote
is so you can feel it and witness my growth
To have these niggas opening doors for me
holding the throne for me
put my ass in it and fasten in
The fabric thins of the rap shit and from the cloth cut a classic
mapping the traffic of these niggas in the same lane to be heard
Painstakingly worse at the gridlock
and so I improv through the ten blocks where niggas pitch rocks
Been doing it....

**Sample Hook**

(2nd Verse)
Cause this is the diary of a broke nigga, the whole picture
and true when it's wrote in Pulp Fiction
Fuck the gimmicks, you can spare the nonsense
cause when you kicking life shit
they say it's righteous, likened to spitting Farahkkan shit
and get compared to Com Sense
Nigga, this my shit
Palms clenched stressing the dream
of money we hoping in vain to get
Stuck in this lane and humble up in this jungle
niggas be struggling, when disgruntled, changing the script
They loving the young and upcoming
the troubled and the hunger of the Underground
in the struggle when the trumpets sound
And you hustle where the luck is found
And you're rupturing the structured ground with your sound
Connection is deep
And said the game needs a change
and hope you kept the receipts
I'm second to none, until my day of reckoning comes
Until the final breath in my lungs, the treacherous slums
Remembered it all: A view of it all, like aerial shots
the projects, the liquor stores and burial plots
that Priest remembers...

**Sample Hook**
Track Name: Dead Man Walking
(1st Verse)
See the hood is a graveyard
the projects are the tombstones
with names engraved in the mailboxes
In a size a cellblock is
call it home in a cemetery that's twelve blocks thick
The corner spot a quarter block down is the favorite haunt
where niggas toasting to life
or they're easing the effects of it
If it's any difference
So, niggas ride or die until the engine smoke to represent the life
...Or death

(Hook)
Cause it's a living hell in the block, a dead man walking it
a dead man walking, it's life or something like it
And pour it up, pour it out
Reminisce the last one
When you put the glass up, the life
The life, niggas living for the night
Life or something like it, a dead man walking to the light
The light
A dead man walking to the light
The light
A dead man walking to the light...

(2nd Verse)
They say it's evil lurking,
that pass through the human spirit
So niggas escape through crack, booze or through syringes
The evil is spoke with half-truths and superstition
And camouflaging it with tattoos of crucifixes
Praying to god, with a complex
just a nigga from the projects with a gun
Fear none, cause your last moment here could be the next
You're giving life, but only if you're promised it with death....

(Hook)
Cause it's a living hell in the block, a dead man walking it
a dead man walking, it's life or something like it
And pour it up, pour it out
Reminisce the last one
When you put the glass up, the life
The life, niggas living for the night
Life or something like it, a dead man walking to the light
The light
A dead man walking to the light
The light
A dead man walking to the light...

(3rd Verse)
Yeah, it's a war going out, niggas hurt or be scarred
Stab wounds, gun shot victims, surgery marks
Frantic, with the panic spreading with emergency calls
The ghetto, niggas feel it when it touch home
Spending months gone, and back
The dead are resurrected as niggas standing on the corner
their fathers and their uncles stood proudly
A life ago, busting they guns
casting a shadow of death in the night
Said his heaven is the moonlight
Overhead, smoking to the clouds
with the older heads living their life through younger niggas
Other pictures of the past, still-frames in their minds
lived through the wars
but still feel pains in their spines
Reminiscing all the realest nigga's names in their time
who they exist through
the pain in their eyes, is for the dead men....

(Hook)
Cause it's a living hell in the block, a dead man walking it
a dead man walking, it's life or something like it
And pour it up, pour it out
Reminisce the last one
When you put the glass up, the life
The life, niggas living for the night
Life or something like it, a dead man walking to the light
The light
A dead man walking to the light
The light
A dead man walking to the light...