that s it it s war priesthood priest priest proverbs hahaha ya ll cats think i was just gonna come off and i don t get none thought ya ll wasn t hear from me again right that s right baby killah priest priesthood priest stone knowhatimean priesthood yeah uh yeah yeah this is priest yo killah priest priest stone priesthood back for good knowhatimean thought ya ll wasn t gonna hear from me again now i gotta scream on everybody 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 tech 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 ya ll was wet and cold i cover ya ll with robes gave ya ll flows when ya ll give ya ll soul i gave ya ll flesh covered ya ll bones breathed in you sat ya ll in thrones now ya ll betrayed me i raised thee from babies to ya ll were grown men for your birthday i gave ya ll your own pen to write with beware of vipers and snakes and biters i taught ya ll about the depths of words and dark sentences now ya ll 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  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 dream catcher 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 