Testo Excalibur - Killah Priest
Testo della canzone Excalibur (Killah Priest), tratta dall'album Black August
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
This is Priest
Yo, Killah Priest, Priest Stone, Priest Hood
Back for good
Know what I mean?
Thought ya'll wasn't hear from me again?
But now I gotta scream on everybody (family) everybody battlin'
Battlin' in the street, whatever, check this out, yo
It's Priest standing in his greatness, God's favorite
I rock the Star like King David, my Queens bathe in
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 fuck if you're platinum?
If you're lyin' in a wooden casket
For good, now that's 'hood
Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my TEC
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
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 y'all was wet and cold, I cover ya'll with robes
Gave y'all flows, when y'all give y'all soul
I gave y'all flesh, covered ya'll bones
Breathed in you, sat ya'll in thrones
Now y'all betrayed me, I raised thee from babies
To y'all were grown men
For your birthday, I gave y'all your own pen
To write with, beware of vipers, and snakes and biters
I taught y'all about the depths of words and dark sentences
Now y'all 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!
Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my TEC
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
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 nigga from fatigues to bow-ties, no lie
Put a nigga close by, the Most High
Or he's a dreamcatcher, 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
Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my TEC
It's on, the Priest, the Prophet, the King, the God
The sun, you see him quickly when I'm poppin' my gun
Every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my TEC
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
Credits
Writer(s): Walter Reed, Anita Poree, Leonard Caston
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