Priesthood-Killah Priest

Featuring canibus * will be on "A View From Masada" [Movie Sample] *horses neighing* As the final days begin God sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing* To reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. the first three bring Conquest to war and famine. [Intro: Killah Priest] Yea yea yea yea. Yea yea. F**k that! (Set it off.) Yea yea ya shitted. Ya in some sh*t now son. It's on now mothaf**kas can suck my dick. I'm back! F**k that sh*t! Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they a** and e'rything, son. I'ma prove this sh*t, right here. Me and my ni**a. What!? [Movie Sample] Violence and punishment of enemies. [Killah Priest] I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, ni**a, I'm supposed to rip Last Poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing* What now, ni**a? Look at ya talk sh*t Just can't do it, cuz you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out Ya trained all year, in a karate class And took one second, to put yo' a** in a body bag >From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last I like to pop sh*t, don't get me started I slap y'all mothaf**kas like y'all little kids in kindegarten Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden Now watch this, I'ma call my whole mothaf**kin squadron [Movie Sample] The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible's Most terrifying figures. [Killah Priest] Cuz y'all niggaz is f**ked up And brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open But don't worry, cuz I'ma stitch ya With a rusty screwdriver [Chorus x2: Killah Priest] Niggaz bop yo' heads to this, real sh*t Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness You feel this in yo' streets and village Spare that new sh*t, Priest killed it [Canibus] Yo, yo, yo Yo I'm a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability To run at top speed without bendin my knees The destory sh*t... [Movie Sample] The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all. [Canibus] ...wrap my hands around ya neck, preachin Then I start squeezin 'til ya stop breathin You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain You'll probably never walk ever again Ni**a, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff Put you and a horse behind, look and break ya spine, b**ch Stop cryin b**ch, before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist You can't rhyme b**ch, the one triple nine's mine b**ch The pain'll make ya voice change octaves >From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage We judge MC's by they lyrical fitness And punish DJ's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the strip of b**ches for askin for our autograph and pictures You'll be scared to leave the club wit us You stratch my back, I'll scratch your's b**ch I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothaf**kas! *horses neighing*