[Intro: Killah Priest (sample)]
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That's it, it's war
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Priesthood, Priest
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(Mother Earth was pregnant from third thing
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Your in lock with it, I have tasted
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the maggots of the man, I was no up in this
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But I knew I had to rise above it all
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Or drown in all shit)
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Priest, Proverbs, hahaha
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Ya'll cats think I was just gonna come off, and I don't get none
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Thought ya'll wasn't hear from me again, right?
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That's right baby, Killah Priest, Priesthood, Priest Stone
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Knowhatimean? Priesthood, yeah, uh
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Yeah, yeah, this is Priest, yo, Killah Priest, Priest Stone, Priesthood
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Back for good, knowhatimean? Thought ya'll wasn't gonna hear from me again
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Now I gotta scream on everybody (family) everybody battlin'
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Battlin' in the street, whatever, check this out, yo
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[Killah Priest]
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It's Priest standin' in his greatness, God's favorite
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I rock the Star like King David, my Queens bath it
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I walk past, they start wavin'
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Each arm, a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the greatest
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Made women drunk from the royal fragrance
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I rock the latest in fashion, my jewelry flashin'
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In other countries, they can hear my magnums
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When they blastin', I heard they sound like thunder clappin'
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Hit you in your stomach, watch you start gaggin'
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Who gives a fuck if you're platinum?
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If you're lyin' in a wooden casket
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For good, now that's Hood...
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[Chorus: Killah Priest]
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Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
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Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech
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It's on, the Priest, the Prophet, the King, the God
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The sun, you see him quickly when I'm poppin' my gun
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It's on...
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[Killah Priest]
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Thou shall fear me, only as thou'se been guilty
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Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest, now industry tried to kill me
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Before sat at tables, like the Savior at The Last Supper
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Amongst nine rap lovers, three crack hustlers, with gats covered
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Peep my last words, in the Proverbs, observe me
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If you're worthy, I 'member your ass show
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When ya'll was wet and cold, I cover ya'll with robes
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Gave ya'll flows, when ya'll give ya'll soul
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I gave ya'll flesh, covered ya'll bones
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Breathed in you, sat ya'll in thrones
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Now ya'll betrayed me, I raised thee from babies
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To ya'll were grown men
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For your birthday, I gave ya'll your own pen
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To write with, beware of vipers, and snakes and biters
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I taught ya'll about the depths of words and dark sentences
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Now ya'll don't remember shit, but try to mimic it
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When I see my crown, just give me it, it's mine
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Seek your own rhyme, it's on, seek your own rhymes, come on!
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[Chorus]
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[Killah Priest]
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I lay rappers down, with the mac or the pound
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Pop 'em, stretch 'em out with they backs to the ground
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Leave 'em lost in the woods, gotta find them with hounds
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My four five'll turn a nigga from fatigues to bow-ties, no lie
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Put a nigga close by, the Most High
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Or he's a Dream Catcher, the Indian myth, pick one
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Semi or fifth, your shell get hit, ladies spell my shit
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A-D-D, I-C-T, I-V-E, lick your lips, come try me
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Contestants, hook 'em up to I.V.
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In hospital, I pop pistols, fellas get ya hit like Hot Nikkels
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Killah Priest, the Priest Stone, or High Priest, I pop three
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Leave rappers in memory, the winner be me
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Priesthood, A.K.A. Body, yo
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[Chorus 2X]
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Excalibur
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Killah Priest |