Witness The King

Killah Priest

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    [Killah Priest]
    As my soul gets darker, my guns will spark ya
    Greet the night stalker, meet your fate
    Bow and pay homage, I rap with a garment
    Like one of the profits that's teaching faith
    One mistake and your life gets tooken, I'm from Brooklyn
    Two blocks over from where Satan lives
    Where my niggaz break in cribs and we shake your kids
    Turn 'em upside down, "Where that bacon is?"
    But we don't kill toddlers, feel the revolver
    On the side of the father or the mother
    It's time for you to suffer, I kill your brothers
    Front and be laying under covers
    My rap style smothers, sweet like smuckers
    Pull out the heat and you studder, no teeth, just pucker
    And kiss my rings, I hit with a sting, the gifts you bring
    Witness the king

    [Chorus x2: Killah Prirest]
    The strongest motherfucker make the world go 'round
    If you a weak motherfucker then you best bow down
    Show your respect, kneel or you might be next
    Pay homage to my rings, and witness the king

    [Killah Priest]
    Come on
    Show gratitude, never attitude
    When I start grabbin' tools, your ass is his'
    One shot make a nigga turn bitch real quick
    Deal with the ruckus, I leave ya in crutches
    I shoot ya'll in public, put two through your luggage
    The gun to your nugget, run your jewels
    I rap for motherfuckers, clapped at motherfuckers
    If you don't know then you must be schooled
    My flow's bonafied to be a supreme force
    Cultivate the rhyme to make a supreme source
    Activate the mind, I'm a light that taught
    Don't wait for prime time, the fight is off
    Witness the king

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    Chorus x2

    [Killah Priest]
    Come on
    I bet ya'll never heard a rapper like I
    Cut to the gut motherfucker, ask why
    Once I reply it's the sty 'til I die
    Down to the bill, nigga work in the field
    Squirtin' the steel, caps get peeled
    Cats get killed, wack until I feel it's necessary to get wet in every
    Spot from the glock, drop two double oh's
    In trouble your souls, three fifty seven mac 10, better
    You say never, I say whatever, spraying berettas
    Nothing protect ya, tear up your texture
    Applyin' that pressure, it's my pleasure
    Hit you from your neck up, I want that respect, what!

    Chorus x2

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