Luyện nghe bài hát Excalibur

[Killah
That's it, war
Priesthood,
(Mother Earth was pregnant from thing
in lock with it, I have tasted
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 think I was just gonna off, and I don't get none
Thought y'all hear from me again, right?
That's baby, Killah Priest, Priesthood, Priest Stone

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

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

Made women drunk the royal fragrance
I rock the in fashion, my jewelry flashin'
In other countries, they can hear my
When they blastin', I heard sound like thunder clappin'

Hit you in stomach, watch you start gaggin'
Who a fuck if you're platinum?
If you're in a wooden casket
For good, now Hood...

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

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

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

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

For birthday, I gave y'all your own pen
To write with, of vipers, and snakes and biters
I taught y'all the depths of words and dark sentences
Now y'all don't shit, but try to mimic it

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

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

Put a nigga close by, the High
Or he's a Dream Catcher, the myth, pick one
Semi or fifth, your get hit, ladies spell my shit
A-D-D, I-see-T, I-V-E, lick lips, come try me

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

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