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 maggots of the man, I was no up in
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 wasn't hear from me again, right?
right baby, Killah Priest, Priesthood, Priest Stone

Know I mean? Priesthood, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, this is Priest, yo, Killah Priest, Priest Stone,
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 David, my Queens bath it
I walk past, they wavin'
arm, a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the greatest

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

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

Yo, every knee shall bow, every 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 guilty
Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest, now tried to kill me
sat at tables, like the Savior at The Last Supper
Amongst nine rap lovers, three crack hustlers, 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 y'all give y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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