Canibus

Canibus - Priesthood lyrics

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 As the final days beginGod sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing*

To reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. the first three bring

Conquest to war and famine.



[intro: killah priest]

Yeayeayeayea.

Yeayea. fuck that!

(set it off.) yeayeaya shitted.

Ya in some shit nowson.

It's on nowmothafuckas can suck my dick.

I'm back! fuck that shit!

Ready to eat niggaz upbeat they ass and e'rythingson.

I'ma prove this shitright here.

Me and my nigga. what!? 



[movie sample]

Violence and punishment of enemies.



[killah priest]

I give a fake rapper a heart attackonce I start to rap

I'm a vocalistniggaI'm supposed to rip

Last poet's told me thishit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist

Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing*

What nownigga? look at ya talk shit

Just can't do itcuz you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth

And I know ya just tired of mebeatin ya out

Ya trained all yearin a karate class

And took one secondto put yo' ass in a body bag

>from a shotty blastI walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last

I like to pop shitdon't get me started

I slap y'all mothafuckas like y'all little kids in kindegarten

Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden

Now watch thisi'ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron



[movie sample]

The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible's

Most terrifying figures.



[killah priest]

Cuz y'all niggaz is fucked up

And brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya

I know how to hit yaand cut ya open

But don't worrycuz i'ma stitch ya

With a rusty screwdriver



[chorus x2: killah priest]

Niggaz bop yo' heads to thisreal shit

Call up yo' cliques to thisit's realness

You feel this in yo' streets and village

Spare that new shitpriest killed it



[canibus]

Yoyoyo

Yo I'm a macabeast mc and I possess the ability

To run at top speed without bendin my knees

I destory shit...



[movie sample]

The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all.



[canibus]

...wrap my hands around ya neck region

Then I start squeezin 'til ya stop breathin

You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues

I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs

Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain

You'll probably never walk ever again

Niggayou think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff

Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spinebitch

Stop cryin bitchbefore I hit ya wit the iron fist

You can't rhyme bitchthe one triple nine's mine bitch

The pain'll make ya voice change octaves

>from low-pitched to high-pitchedevery hour we kill a hostage

We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness

And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes

Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures

You'll be scared to leave the club wit us

You stratch my backI'll scratch your's bitch

I'll eat ya salt-fishif ya suck my sausage

I got an atomic subarmed wit a sub-atomic scud

Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood

The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds

Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheadsmothafuckas!

*horses neighing*                      
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