[Intro: Priest] barking*} It's time to ride on A cat Priest, yo
[Killah They say it comes a thief in the night Some say you see when he breathes on the mic The legend has it, his neck and his back is On his arms are scriptures of Just picture a Don vultures on his shoulder A pearl gun in his holster under the One on the chauffer, twisted cobras in front of his Gun to his side, blunted up at thunderous skys The arrive, statues change position Stone eyes open up, pupils follow me is the time, the twisted mind of Priest White leap out the woods Bite at the hoves of all the Return like Christ in the And the month now is August, c'mon
[Chorus: Priest] Pay or deny me, stood beside me Try to divide me, while all musify me Pay or deny me, stood beside me Try to divide me, while all musify me
[Killah me on a black cross Black crows both arms Blood drippin' from both And I'm squirmin' 'cause the of my wounds are burnin' Tossed the wombs of virgins I seen it all, medical of surgeons Read it all and the capy I look down, people and cursin' quiet listin' to the sermon Record Exec's dress Romans Pierce in my side, I'm goin through Starin' to a jet black ocean Three times I heard the rooster I used to know denied me but now use my flow Used to feel my taste, my eyes searched the for a familiar face All persecuted for purchasing the music I'm the works of a Judas Or does it when I hurt my While crooked lawyers gamble at the foot of my My leaves to the hoods of New York I see streaks of lightning, with white wings me flapping across the skys They thought I died one of them heard my cries
[Killah Now I'm back blood on my hands, blood on my wings two sub-machines, duckin' and screams Two loaded magazines with M-16's in the crowd, I empty out and reload I low, with one knee to the flo' I'ma get all you Loadin' up bullets the size of The kind the CIA on the Arabs When I'm through y'all need any caskets leave y'all for the birds and the maggots Then I'ma strike the Burn up ya corpses, it's I'm possessed by forces Priest the sorceress, then the gather the foul scatter, in the air I can taste the warfare Y'all didn't I'll be back for vengeance y'all wrong, nowl suffer the consequences And I came armed defences Highly trained to break fences in
[Outro: Killah they wanna musify me man Just like crucified Christ But this is music, they me But just him, if I die I rise in days Believe me search at the grave be in the PJ's hahahaha me