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[Intro: Killah Priest (sample)]
That s it, it s war
Priesthood, Priest
(Mother Earth was pregnant from third thing
Your in lock with it, I have tasted
the maggots of the man, I was no up in this
But I knew I had to rise above it all
Or drown in all shit)
Priest, Proverbs, hahaha
Ya ll cats think I was just gonna come off, and I don t get none
Thought ya ll wasn t hear from me again, right?
That s right baby, Killah Priest, Priesthood, Priest Stone
Knowhatimean? Priesthood, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, this is Priest, yo, Killah Priest, Priest Stone, Priesthood
Back for good, knowhatimean? Thought ya ll wasn t gonna hear from me again
Now I gotta scream on everybody (family) everybody battlin
Battlin in the street, whatever, check this out, yo

[Killah Priest]
It s Priest standin in his greatness, God s favorite
I rock the Star like King David, my Queens bath it
I walk past, they start wavin
Each arm, a thousand bracelets, face it, I m the greatest
Made women drunk from the royal fragrance
I rock the latest in fashion, my jewelry flashin
In other countries, they can hear my magnums
When they blastin , I heard they sound like thunder clappin
Hit you in your stomach, watch you start gaggin
Who gives a fuck if you re platinum?
If you re lyin in a wooden casket
For good, now that s Hood...

[Chorus: Killah Priest]
Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I m clutchin my tech
It s on, the Priest, the Prophet, the King, the God
The sun, you see him quickly when I m poppin my gun
It s on...

[Killah Priest]
Thou shall fear me, only as thou se been guilty
Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest, now industry tried to kill me
Before sat at tables, like the Savior at The Last Supper
Amongst nine rap lovers, three crack hustlers, with gats covered
Peep my last words, in the Proverbs, observe me
If you re worthy, I member your ass show
When ya ll was wet and cold, I cover ya ll with robes
Gave ya ll flows, when ya ll give ya ll soul
I gave ya ll flesh, covered ya ll bones
Breathed in you, sat ya ll in thrones
Now ya ll betrayed me, I raised thee from babies
To ya ll were grown men
For your birthday, I gave ya ll your own pen
To write with, beware of vipers, and snakes and biters
I taught ya ll about the depths of words and dark sentences
Now ya ll don t remember shit, but try to mimic it
When I see my crown, just give me it, it s mine
Seek your own rhyme, it s on, seek your own rhymes, come on!

[Chorus]

[Killah Priest]
I lay rappers down, with the mac or the pound
Pop em, stretch em out with they backs to the ground
Leave em lost in the woods, gotta find them with hounds
My four five ll turn a nigga from fatigues to bow-ties, no lie
Put a nigga close by, the Most High
Or he s a Dream Catcher, the Indian myth, pick one
Semi or fifth, your shell get hit, ladies spell my shit
A-D-D, I-C-T, I-V-E, lick your lips, come try me
Contestants, hook em up to I.V.
In hospital, I pop pistols, fellas get ya hit like Hot Nikkels
Killah Priest, the Priest Stone, or High Priest, I pop three
Leave rappers in memory, the winner be me
Priesthood, A.K.A. Body, yo

[Chorus 2X]

{Refrain:}
Je contrôle, Passi contrôle, oui, je contrôle, Passi contrôle.
Le culte du rap adulte, l ALTESSE, le DOUBLE S, Papa, Alpha, Sierra, India.
C est reparti, c est précis, ici Passi.

T as compris, prie pour celui qui s approprie les esprits.
Je...

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
(Back 2 Da Basics Overlaps the Chorus)
Doing The Same Ol Thang

[Da Unda Dogg]
Back 2 Da Basics where I wont sale yak
see I got get back mothafuck the jacks
strapped me a gat just in case of...

I felt your arms were leaving me alone
I could feel something dragged you away...

You didn t care to leave me here
You didn t see I was alone
Your ears were deaf cause someone whispered
You were leaving me alone...

Now, my breath is stucked inside...

You know there s always something
Really worth the wait
I wouldn t switch for nothing
There s nothing worth the change
People always try to take you for a ride
It ain t no big surprise
Ain t no cause to cry
You know that you ll get by

Argument (skit)

(phone rings)
Boyfriend: Pick it up, pick it up

Eve: Relax, dawg. (Hello?, Hello?)

Boyfriend: Pick it up, you don´t be picking up the phone when I´m around all the time lately and all that shit, man. Shit going to your head and all that-...