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Killah Priest, King of
on a sick canvas
Now I roam this planet
bandaged, insane
Preachin' God's commandment, me

I move through the rages and won't stop
Til we even, until you bleedin', you stop breathin'
Givin' careers a beatin' for MCing, it's something
That I don't take lightly, how the fuck you invite me

To a duel, I drool I break fool, then I drag MC's
Beat 'em down to they
your necks and squeeze
Til no life left, they lifeless

Then micless, what a
I give a good night's rest
I they biceps and triceps
Thighs and necks, breast area, is the area

Before I bury ya, I make sure you never
Ever, ever, ever, try shit no more

(Word is bond)

Your ambition, put you in that up condition
Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not
Now you in a of non-fiction

Make you beg for mercy, if you approach me
I blow your head off, when I talk, chop off your
And bash your head in, you know where this shit is
For a dead-end, stop your
Like Reading, got your pants wettin'

up on you at your wedding
At your honeymoon, turn shit
Into doom, turn rap cass-ettes
Into your fucking caskets, you bastards
I mastered, rhymes burns like acid

I'm complete of your entire eye
not told to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to lie
Do good to you mind, question to your why?

The wing to your fly, bone to your
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the tear to cry
I in it, cleanse the Earth's
My to birth strong, gave me the eye

The brave to grave, the ceremonies
From cults, half man and half goat
Tomorrow hopes, on the horoscopes
We followed goats, our nose and hella

Fire dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern
To the see the future, the crystal ball
The walls of fisher wants to miss the fall

Offence, see the
Often I fell at the coughin'
I heard the pipe
(Cough)
Saw men of a white origin

I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and George
Barefoot, from the titties of a wolf
the brazen altar, six men
Offer only daughter splashin' holy water

I ran for the, camcorders, now I'm plagued curses
I roam the surface, snatchin' purses
Allergic to catholic churches, the purpose
Religious worship, is

I visit ancient sanctuaries, the saints were married
But now buried 'cause of Satan's fury, I faced the jury
Held in court, like Christ nailed to a
Confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius
of violent, standing in a haunted palace
The government wants my

I'm analyzer of your entire eye
Debut not to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in pie, the hair to your lie
Do good to you mind, question to your why?

The wing to your fly, bone to high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the to your cry
I in it, cleanse the Earth's
My to birth strong, gave me the eye

I'm complete analyzer of your eye
not told to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in pie, the hair to your lie
Do good to you mind, your question to your

The wing to your fly, bone to your
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the to your cry
I drop in it, the Earth's
My place to birth strong, me the eye

If you know, now you know
Killah Priest, now you