No One Fly As Priest (Still Super-Fly)
[Verse 1] Brown suit sharp as a blade Feather tilt low on his fade Silver rings dance when he pays Every step say “I get my way” Smooth talk Ice in his grin Wrong game Wrong kind of win But when he slide out that black sedan Whole block stare like they understand [Chorus] No one fly as Priest (still super-fly) Wrong kind of dream But he touch the sky Pocket full of sins But his shoes so clean He the baddest little king on a crooked scene No one fly as Priest (still super-fly) Ain’t livin’ right But he dressed so right Got ‘em all sayin’ low on the street “Can’t nobody wear it like Priest” [Verse 2] Perm laid tight Not a wave outta place Gold frames sittin’ soft on his face White coat swing when he glide through the crowd Every soft “hey Priest” floatin’ like a cloud He know that stain on his soul He just polish up the gold Tell himself “One more score Then I’m out” Though his shoes say swagger His eyes say doubt [Pre-Chorus] Silk tie Heavy heart How you shine livin’ in the dark? He just laughs Takes another drag Lets that long coat cover up the flag [Chorus] No one fly as Priest (still super-fly) Wrong kind of dream But he touch the sky Pocket full of sins But his shoes so clean He the baddest little king on a crooked scene No one fly as Priest (still super-fly) Ain’t livin’ right But he dressed so right Got ‘em all sayin’ low on the street “Can’t nobody wear it like Priest” [Bridge] [Strings swell Congas vamp] High roll collar on his neck Soft fur flow down his back Every step slow-motion slick But that fast life ticker still tick tick tick (Ohh) velvet brim shadow his eyes He wear his halo in a crooked size Might fall tomorrow But tonight he shine Standin’ on the edge of that thin Thin line [Chorus] No one fly as Priest (still super-fly) Wrong kind of dream But he touch the sky Pocket full of sins But his shoes so clean He the baddest little king on a crooked scene No one fly as Priest (still super-fly) Ain’t livin’ right But he dressed so right Got ‘em all sayin’ low on the street “Can’t nobody wear it like Priest” [Outro] (Still super-fly) when he stroll on by (Still super-fly) hear the ladies sigh He could lose it all in the mornin’ light But tonight He the flyest in sight
