Killah Priest

Killah Priest - Excalibur lyrics

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[Intro: Killah Priest (sample)]

That's it, it's war

Priesthood, Priest

(Mother Earth was pregnant from third thing

Your in lock with it, I have tasted

the maggots of the man, I was no up in this

But I knew I had to rise above it all

Or drown in all shit)

Priest, Proverbs, hahaha

Ya'll cats think I was just gonna come off, and I don't get none

Thought ya'll wasn't hear from me again, right?

That's right baby, Killah Priest, Priesthood, Priest Stone

Knowhatimean? Priesthood, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, this is Priest, yo, Killah Priest, Priest Stone, Priesthood

Back for good, knowhatimean? Thought ya'll wasn't gonna hear from me again

Now I gotta scream on everybody (family) everybody battlin'

Battlin' in the street, whatever, check this out, yo



[Killah Priest]

It's Priest standin' in his greatness, God's favorite

I rock the Star like King David, my Queens bath it

I walk past, they start wavin'

Each arm, a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the greatest

Made women drunk from the royal fragrance

I rock the latest in fashion, my jewelry flashin'

In other countries, they can hear my magnums

When they blastin', I heard they sound like thunder clappin'

Hit you in your stomach, watch you start gaggin'

Who gives a fuck if you're platinum?

If you're lyin' in a wooden casket

For good, now that's Hood...



[Chorus: Killah Priest]

Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess

Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech

It's on, the Priest, the Prophet, the King, the God

The sun, you see him quickly when I'm poppin' my gun

It's on...



[Killah Priest]

Thou shall fear me, only as thou'se been guilty

Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest, now industry tried to kill me

Before sat at tables, like the Savior at The Last Supper

Amongst nine rap lovers, three crack hustlers, with gats covered

Peep my last words, in the Proverbs, observe me

If you're worthy, I 'member your ass show

When ya'll was wet and cold, I cover ya'll with robes

Gave ya'll flows, when ya'll give ya'll soul

I gave ya'll flesh, covered ya'll bones

Breathed in you, sat ya'll in thrones

Now ya'll betrayed me, I raised thee from babies

To ya'll were grown men

For your birthday, I gave ya'll your own pen

To write with, beware of vipers, and snakes and biters

I taught ya'll about the depths of words and dark sentences

Now ya'll don't remember shit, but try to mimic it

When I see my crown, just give me it, it's mine

Seek your own rhyme, it's on, seek your own rhymes, come on!



[Chorus]



[Killah Priest]

I lay rappers down, with the mac or the pound

Pop 'em, stretch 'em out with they backs to the ground

Leave 'em lost in the woods, gotta find them with hounds

My four five'll turn a nigga from fatigues to bow-ties, no lie

Put a nigga close by, the Most High

Or he's a Dream Catcher, the Indian myth, pick one

Semi or fifth, your shell get hit, ladies spell my shit

A-D-D, I-C-T, I-V-E, lick your lips, come try me

Contestants, hook 'em up to I.V.

In hospital, I pop pistols, fellas get ya hit like Hot Nikkels

Killah Priest, the Priest Stone, or High Priest, I pop three

Leave rappers in memory, the winner be me

Priesthood, A.K.A. Body, yo



[Chorus x2]
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Language: English

Appearing on: Black August (2003)

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