Excalibur-Killah Priest

[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 f**k 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 n***a from fatigues to bow-ties, no lie Put a n***a 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 2X]