Luyện nghe bài hát Excalibur

[Killah
it, it's war
Priesthood,
(Mother Earth was from third thing
Your in lock with it, I have
the of the man, I was no up in this
But I knew I had to above it all
Or in all shit)

Priest, Proverbs,
Y'all cats I was just gonna come off, and I don't get none
Thought y'all hear from me again, right?
That's right baby, Killah Priest, Priesthood, Stone

what I mean? Priesthood, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, is Priest, yo, Killah Priest, Priest Stone, Priesthood
Back for good, know what I mean? Thought wasn't gonna hear from me again
Now I gotta scream on everybody (family) battlin'
in the street, whatever, check this out, yo

[Killah
It's Priest in his greatness, God's favorite
I rock the Star like King David, my Queens it
I walk past, they start
Each arm, a bracelets, face it, I'm the greatest

Made drunk from the royal fragrance
I rock the latest in fashion, my flashin'
In countries, they can hear my magnums
they blastin', I heard they sound like thunder clappin'

Hit you in your stomach, watch you start
Who gives a fuck if you're
If lyin' in a wooden casket
For good, now Hood...

Yo, every shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie while I'm clutchin' my tech
on, the Priest, the Prophet, the King, the God
The sun, you see him quickly I'm poppin' my gun
on...

[Killah
Thou shall fear me, only as thou'se been
Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest, now industry to kill me
Before sat at tables, like the Savior at The Last
Amongst nine rap lovers, three crack hustlers, with covered

Peep my last words, in the Proverbs, me
If you're worthy, I 'member ass show
y'all was wet and cold, I cover y'all with robes
Gave flows, when y'all give y'all soul

I gave y'all flesh, covered y'all
in you, sat y'all in thrones
Now y'all me, I raised thee from babies
To y'all grown men

For your birthday, I gave y'all own pen
To with, beware of vipers, and snakes and biters
I taught y'all about the of words and dark sentences
Now y'all remember shit, but try to mimic it

When I see my crown, just give me it, it's
Seek your own rhyme, it's on, seek your own rhymes, on!

[Killah
I lay rappers down, the mac or the pound
Pop 'em, stretch 'em out with they backs to the
Leave 'em lost in the woods, gotta find them with
My four five'll turn a nigga fatigues to bow-ties, no lie

Put a nigga by, the Most High
Or a Dream Catcher, the Indian myth, pick one
Semi or fifth, your get hit, ladies spell my shit
A-D-D, I-see-T, I-V-E, your lips, come try me

Contestants, 'em up to I.V.
In hospital, I pop pistols, fellas get ya hit like Hot
Killah Priest, the Priest Stone, or High Priest, I pop
Leave rappers in memory, the be me
Priesthood, A.K.A. Body, yo

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