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Killah Priest, King of
on a sick canvas
Now I roam this dead
Head bandaged,
Preachin' commandment, feel me

I move through the dark rages and stop
Til we even, until you bleedin', you stop breathin'
Givin' careers a beatin' for MCing, it's something
That I take lightly, how the fuck you ever invite me

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

Then micless, what a
I give them a good night's
I break they biceps and
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 up condition
you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction
Now you in a state of

Make you beg for mercy, if you ever 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, your sweatin'
Like Reading, got your pants wettin'

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

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

The wing to fly, bone to your high
The Dog, I be the God, the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the
My place to 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 smoke

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

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

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

I ran for the, camcorders, now I'm plagued with
I roam the Earth's surface, snatchin'
Allergic to catholic churches, the purpose
worship, is worthless

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

I'm complete analyzer of entire 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, question to your why?

The wing to your fly, 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

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

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

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