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 maggots of the man, I was no up in
But I I had to rise above it all
Or in all shit)

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
lie down while 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
shall fear me, only as thou'se been guilty
Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest, now industry to kill me
sat at tables, like the Savior at The Last Supper
Amongst rap lovers, three crack hustlers, with gats 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 y'all flows, when y'all give y'all

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

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

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

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

Put a close by, the Most 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, 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
Leave in memory, the winner be me
Priesthood, A.K.A. Body, yo

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