killah priest - the abyssinian sword lyrics
[intro: k!llah priest]
yea n-ggas, its priesthood back up in this motha’f-cka b-tch
yea n-ggas, tear n-ggas down, +the offering+ is comin’ soon
yo, the next beat yo
[k!llah priest]
i sit back watchin’ the discovery channel on hannibal
wonderin’ if it’s sortin’ elephant intangible, priest is animal
i can result to a cannibal
fly ya motha’f-ckin head like its put into catapult
or turned to a t-rex, dependin’ on what beats next
i rock fatigue ya n-ggas rock v-necks
i slap a rapper in brooklyn so hard – the n-gga get up out of the bx
is that ya man? well you’ll be next
i literally push a n-gga face in
’til it come out in the other end
’til he see his crew out the back of his head runnin’
“like yo dawg don’t f-ck wit him”
and while you thinkin’ of a rhyme
i sprinkly season on yo -ss
i got pots cookin’, this is not the lookin’
this n-gga don’t see it comin’, i’ma make a pasta wit ’em
two shots for brooklyn, two shots for biggie and jay
f-ck that peace can make his own piggy bank
ya’ll wanna name names — but see i f-ck wit nas and i f-ck wit jada
f-ck wit d-block and f-ck all you haters
i f-ck wit ra, f-ck wit canibus
i f-ck wit real n-ggas who can spit
who can do it like this?
you shake my hand i crush your fingers and pop your wrist
and if a n-gga respond to me — he gon’ to bleed
f-ck a rap group, we gon’ to need an army
and i got nuclear rhymes, so you gotta get use to these lines
i’m like george bush before the b-ttons pushed
n-ggas loosin’ they mind, i snap your back like broom for a spine
priest is an epidemic, invented inside a clinic, define all rap and end it
wit punch lines to give a n-gga crenches
and when i spit the statue of liberty flinches
my sentences go inside a n-ggas heart and rip it apart
this is heart, this is mozart, on acid you b-st-rd
you a f-ckin’ f-ggot, open that n-gga casket put ’em in
ya haven’t met the strangler, i got a torcher chamber
wit ya names on and i name ya, i rearrange ya, cremate ya
i’ll change ya, i complicate ya, you in constant danger
i use a n-gga air for souvenirs
your blood and guts all up in the mic booth smeared
n-gga use to screw face, now his face is on screws
hangin’ up in my crib, this is what i do to you
i use your head as a vase, priest is a beast
a dark force, a dinosaur wit lock jaw
a k!llin’ machine the breathin’ guillotine
a demon hearin’ your scream, you?re bleedin’
i’m still in ya dreams i’m not leavin’
i’m like the curse of emily rose when i entered your soul
and i k!ll you from the inside out
first let me burst your heart, then cry out
and your scream sounds like music to my ears from a beat machine
it’s sweet to me; i listen to it like its cl-ssical music
i bring through it, i beat your -ss wit a motha’f-ckin’ pool stick
poke ya eye b-lls out wit a tooth pick, want me to prove it?
i’ll do it; i’ll spit ’til my mouth is all white
like it’s covered wit cool whip, b-tch!, +the offering+ n-gga, priest!
i’m comin’, i’m comin’
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