Luyện nghe bài hát Excalibur

[Killah
That's it, 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 I had to rise above it all
Or in all shit)

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, every knee shall bow, 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 fear me, only as thou'se been guilty
Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest, now tried to kill me
Before sat at tables, the Savior at The Last Supper
Amongst nine rap lovers, three hustlers, with gats covered

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

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

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

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

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

Put a nigga close by, the Most
Or he's a Dream Catcher, the myth, pick one
Semi or fifth, your shell get hit, ladies 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 Hot Nikkels
Killah Priest, the Stone, or High Priest, I pop three
rappers in memory, the winner be me
Priesthood, A.K.A. Body, yo

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