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