[Intro：Killah Priest]
{*dogs barking*}
Priesthood
It's time to ride on y'all
A cat named Priest, yo

[Killah Priest]
They say it comes like a thief in the night
Some say you see fire when he breathes on the mic
The legend has it, his neck and his back is tatted
On his arms are scriptures of psalms
Just vision a Don with vultures on his shoulder
A pearl gun in his holster under the seat
One on the chauffer, twisted cobras in front of his ride
Gun to his side, blunted eyes
Lookin' up at thunderous skys
The wonders arrive, statues change position
Stone eyes open up, pupils follow me inside
This is the time, the twisted mind of Priest
White wolves leap out the woods
Bite at the hooves of all the horses
Return like Christ in the hood
And the month now is Black August, c'mon

[Hook: Killah Priest]
They all deny me (pain...y'all really wanna get guns)
Stood right beside me (pick one, which one)
Try to divide me (if y'all really wanna go for it)
While y'all all musify me (holla back and let a nigga know)
They all deny me (pain...y'all really wanna get guns)
Stood right beside me (pick one, which one)
Try to divide me (if y'all really wanna go for it)
While all y'all musify me (holla back and let a nigga know)

[Killah Priest]
Picture me on a black cross
Black crows near both arms
Blood drippin' from both palms
And I'm squirmin' cuz the sore of my wounds are burnin'
Tossed from the wombs of virgins
I seen it all, medical room of surgeons
Read it all in the KP version
I look down, people spittin' and cursin'
Everybody quiet, listen to the sermon
Record execs dress like Romans
Pierce in my side, I'm goin through convulsions
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Starin' straight to a jet black ocean
Three times I heard the rooster crow
Cats I used to know denied me but now use my flow
Used to feel my taste, my eyes searched the crowd for a familiar face
All bein' persecuted for purchasing the music
I'm like the works of a Judas
Or does it when I hurt my movement
While crooked lawyers gamble at the foot of my cross
My spirit leaves to the hoods of New York
I see streaks of lightning, angels with white wings
Above me flapping across the skies
They thought I died until one of them heard my cries

[Hook]

[Killah Priest]
Now I'm back with blood on my hands, blood on my wings
Clutchin' two sub-machines, duckin' and screams
Two fully loaded magazines with M-16's
Clappin' in the crowd, I empty out and reload
I squeeze low, with one knee to the flo'
I'mma get all you bastards
Loadin' up bullets the size of carrots
The kind the CIA find on the Arabs
When I'm through y'all won't need any caskets
I'mma leave y'all for the birds and the maggots
Then I'mma strike the matches
Burn up ya corpses, it's like I'm possessed by forces
Priest the sorceress, then the clouds gather
Then the foul scatter, in the air I can taste the warfare
Y'all didn't think I'll be back for vengeance
Well y'all wrong, now suffer the consequences
And I came with armed defenses
Highly trained to break your fences in

Chorus

[Outro: Killah Priest]
Yeah they wanna musify me man
Just like they crucified Christ
But this is music, they musified me
But just like him, if I die
I rise in three days
Believe me don't search at the grave
I'll be in the PJ's hahahaha
Follow me