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Killah Priest, King of
Landed on a sick
Now I roam this planet
bandaged, insane
Preachin' commandment, feel me

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

To a duel, I drool before I break fool, I drag MC's
'em down to they knees
Grab your and squeeze
Til there's no life left, lifeless

Then micless, a crisis
I give them a 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 that shit no

(Word is bond)

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

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

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

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

The to your fly, bone to your high
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 fatal to grave, the ceremonies
From religious cults, man and half goat
hopes, based on the horoscopes
We goats, our nose and hella smoke

breathin' dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern
To the see the future, through the ball
The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the

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

I saw Bill Clinton, Reagan, and George Bush
Barefoot, sucking from the of a wolf
Upon the altar, six men
Offer they only daughter holy water

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you don't know, now you
Priest, now you know