[Intro: Killah Priest]
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{*dogs barking*}
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Priesthood
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It's time to ride on y'all
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A cat named Priest, yo
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[Killah Priest]
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They say it comes like a thief in the night
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Some say you see fire when he breathes on the mic
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The legend has it, his neck and his back is tattered
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On his arms are scriptures of psalms
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Just picture a Don with vultures on his shoulder
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A pearl gun in his holster under the seat
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One on the chauffer, twisted cobras in front of his ride
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Gun to his side, blunted eyes
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Lookin' up at thunderous skys
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The wonders arrive, statues change position
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Stone eyes open up, pupils follow me inside
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This is the time, the twisted mind of Priest
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White wolves leap out the woods
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Bite at the hoves of all the horses
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Return like Christ in the hood
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And the month now is Black August, c'mon
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[Chorus: Killah Priest]
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Pay or deny me, stood right beside me
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Try to divide me, while all y'all musify me
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Pay or deny me, stood right beside me
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Try to divide me, while all y'all musify me
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[Killah Priest]
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Picture me on a black cross
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Black crows near both arms
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Blood drippin' from both palms
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And I'm squirmin' cuz the sore of my wounds are burnin'
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Tossed from the wombs of virgins
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I seen it all, medical room of surgeons
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Read it all and the capy version
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I look down, people spittin' and cursin'
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Everybody quiet listin' to the sermon
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Record Exec's dress like Romans
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Pierce in my side, I'm goin through convulsions
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Starin' straight to a jet black ocean
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Three times I heard the rooster crow
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Cats I used to know denied me but now use my flow
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Used to feel my taste, my eyes searched the crowd for a familiar face
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All bein' persecuted for purchasing the music
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I'm like the works of a Judas
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Or does it when I hurt my movement
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While crooked lawyers gamble at the foot of my cross
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My spirit leaves to the hoods of New York
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I see streaks of lightning, angels with white wings
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Above me flapping across the skys
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They thought I died until one of them heard my cries
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[Chorus]
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[Killah Priest]
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Now I'm back with blood on my hands, blood on my wings
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Clutchin' two sub-machines, duckin' and screams
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Two fully loaded magazines with M-16's
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Clappin' in the crowd, I empty out and reload
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I squeeze low, with one knee to the flo'
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I'ma get all you bastards
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Loadin' up bullets the size of carrots
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The kind the CIA find on the Arabs
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When I'm through y'all won't need any caskets
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I'ma leave y'all for the birds and the maggots
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Then I'ma strike the matches
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Burn up ya corpses, it's like I'm possessed by forces
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Priest the sorceress, then the clouds gather
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Then the foul scatter, in the air I can taste the warfare
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Y'all didn't think I'll be back for vengeance
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Well y'all wrong, nowl suffer the consequences
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And I came with armed defences
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Highly trained to break your fences in
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Chorus
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[Outro: Killah Priest]
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Yeah they wanna musify me man
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Just like they crucified Christ
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But this is music, they musified me
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But just like him, if I die
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I rise in three days
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Believe me don't search at the grave
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I'll be in the PJ's hahahaha
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Follow me
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Musifixtion
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Killah Priest |