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priesthood - killah priest lyrics

featuring canibus

– will be on “a view from masada”

[movie sample]
-horses neighing-
as the final days begin god sends four terrible hors-m-n -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-ck that!
(set it off.) yea yea ya sh-tted.
ya in some sh-t now son.
it’s on now mothaf-ckas can suck my d-ck.
i’m back! f-ck that sh-t!
ready to eat n-gg-z up, beat they -ss and e’rything, son.
i’ma prove this sh-t, right here.
me and my n-gg-. 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, n-gg-, 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, n-gg-? 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 cl-ss
and took one second, to put yo’ -ss 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-ckas like y’all little kids in kindegarten
squeeze yo’ head till yo’ kidneys harden
now watch this, i’ma call my whole mothaf-ckin squadron

[movie sample]
the four hors-m-n of the apocalypse are among the bible’s
most terrifying figures.

[killah priest]
cuz y’all n-gg-z is f-cked up
and brooklyn n-gg-z is really ready to get ya
i know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
but don’t worry, cuz i’ma st-tch ya
with a rusty screwdriver

[chorus x2: killah priest]
n-gg-z 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 hors-m-n 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
n-gg-, you think you rhyme sick? i leave you lyin stiff
put you and a horse behind, look and break ya spine, b-tch
stop cryin b-tch, before i hit ya wit the iron fist
you can’t rhyme b-tch, the one triple nine’s mine b-tch
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-tches 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-tch
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 hors-m-n on the back of four quadropeds
puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothaf-ckas!
-horses neighing-

- killah priest lyrics

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