Luyện nghe bài hát Excalibur

[Killah
it, it's war
Priesthood,
(Mother Earth was pregnant 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 think I was just gonna come off, and I don't get
y'all wasn't hear from me again, right?
That's right baby, Priest, Priesthood, Priest Stone

Know 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 gotta on everybody (family) everybody battlin'
Battlin' in the street, whatever, check out, yo

Priest]
It's Priest standin' in his greatness, favorite
I rock the Star like King David, my bath it
I past, they start wavin'
Each arm, a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the

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

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

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

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

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

I gave y'all flesh, y'all bones
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 your own pen
To write with, beware of vipers, and snakes and
I taught about the depths of words and dark sentences
Now y'all 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 own rhymes, come on!

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

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

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

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