[Killah Priest]
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As my soul gets darker, my guns will spark ya
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Greet the night stalker, meet your fate
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Bow and pay homage, I rap with a garment
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Like one of the profits that's teaching faith
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One mistake and your life gets tooken, I'm from Brooklyn
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Two blocks over from where Satan lives
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Where my niggaz break in cribs and we shake your kids
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Turn 'em upside down, "Where that bacon is?"
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But we don't kill toddlers, feel the revolver
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On the side of the father or the mother
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It's time for you to suffer, I kill your brothers
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Front and be laying under covers
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My rap style smothers, sweet like smuckers
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Pull out the heat and you studder, no teeth, just pucker
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And kiss my rings, I hit with a sting, the gifts you bring
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Witness the king
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[Chorus x2: Killah Prirest]
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The strongest motherfucker make the world go 'round
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If you a weak motherfucker then you best bow down
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Show your respect, kneel or you might be next
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Pay homage to my rings, and witness the king
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[Killah Priest]
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Come on
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Show gratitude, never attitude
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When I start grabbin' tools, your ass is his'
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One shot make a nigga turn bitch real quick
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Deal with the ruckus, I leave ya in crutches
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I shoot ya'll in public, put two through your luggage
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The gun to your nugget, run your jewels
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I rap for motherfuckers, clapped at motherfuckers
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If you don't know then you must be schooled
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My flow's bonafied to be a supreme force
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Cultivate the rhyme to make a supreme source
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Activate the mind, I'm a light that taught
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Don't wait for prime time, the fight is off
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Witness the king
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Chorus x2
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[Killah Priest]
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Come on
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I bet ya'll never heard a rapper like I
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Cut to the gut motherfucker, ask why
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Once I reply it's the sty 'til I die
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Down to the bill, nigga work in the field
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Squirtin' the steel, caps get peeled
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Cats get killed, wack until I feel it's necessary to get wet in every
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Spot from the glock, drop two double oh's
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In trouble your souls, three fifty seven mac 10, better
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You say never, I say whatever, spraying berettas
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Nothing protect ya, tear up your texture
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Applyin' that pressure, it's my pleasure
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Hit you from your neck up, I want that respect, what!
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Chorus x2
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Witness The King
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Killah Priest |