Priesthood Lyrics

Priesthood lyrics

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 shit! 
Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they as* and e'rything, son. 
I'ma prove this shit, right here. 
Me and my nigga. 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, nigga, 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, nigga? 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' as* in a body bag 
>From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last 
I like to pop shit, 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 shit, 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 
I destory shit... 
 
[Movie Sample] 
The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all. 
 
[Canibus] 
...wrap my hands around ya neck region 
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 
Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff 
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, bit*h 
Stop cryin bit*h, before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist 
You can't rhyme bit*h, the one triple nine's mine bit*h 
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 stripper bit*hes 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 bit*h 
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*