Canibus - 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 bringConquest to war and famine.[intro: killah priest]Yea, yea, yea, yea.Yea, yea. ***** that!(set it off.) yea, yea, ya shitted.Ya in some shit now, son.Its on now, motha*****as can suck my dick.Im back! ***** that shit!Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and erything, son.Ima 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 rapIm a vocalist, nigga, Im supposed to ripLast poets told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fistThen I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing*What now, nigga? look at ya talk shitJust cant do it, cuz you aint got no teeth in ya mouthAnd I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya outYa trained all year, in a karate classAnd took one second, to put yo ass in a body bag>from a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties dont lastI like to pop shit, dont get me startedI slap yall motha*****as like yall little kids in kindegartenSqueeze yo head till yo kidneys hardenNow watch this, ima call my whole motha*****in squadron[movie sample]The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the biblesMost terrifying figures.[killah priest]Cuz yall niggaz is *****ed upAnd brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get yaI know how to hit ya, and cut ya openBut dont worry, cuz ima stitch yaWith a rusty screwdriver[chorus x2: killah priest]Niggaz bop yo heads to this, real shitCall up yo cliques to this, its realnessYou feel this in yo streets and villageSpare that new shit, priest killed it[canibus]Yo, yo, yoYo Im a macabeast mc and I possess the abilityTo run at top speed without bendin my kneesI destory shit...[movie sample]The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all.[canibus]...wrap my hands around ya neck regionThen I start squeezin til ya stop breathinYou weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tonguesI knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungsHit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustainYoull probably never walk ever againNigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiffPull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, *****Stop cryin *****, before I hit ya wit the iron fistYou cant rhyme *****, the one triple nines mine *****The painll make ya voice change octaves>from low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostageWe judge mcs by they lyrical fitnessAnd punish djs for puttin corny stickers on they mixesSmack the stripper *****es for askin for our autograph and picturesYoull be scared to leave the club wit usYou stratch my back, Ill scratch yours *****Ill eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausageI got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scudReady to spill ya crimson-colored bloodThe four horsemen on the back of four quadropedsPuttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, motha*****as!*horses neighing*
