The Abyssinian Sword - Killah Priest

Yea niggas, its Priesthood back up in this motha’fucka bitch

Yea niggas, tear niggas down, +The Offering+ is comin' soon

Yo, the next beat yo

I sit back watchin' The Discovery Channel on Hannibal

Wonderin' if it’s sortin' Elephant intangible, Priest is animal

I can result to a Cannibal

Fly ya motha’fuckin head like its put into catapult

Or turned to a T-Rex, dependin' on what beats next

I rock fatigue ya niggas rock v-necks

I slap a rapper in Brooklyn so hard — the nigga get up out of the BX

Is that ya man?

Well you’ll be next

I literally push a nigga face in

'Til it come out in the other end

'Til he see his crew out the back of his head runnin'

«Like yo dawg don’t fuck wit him»

And while you thinkin' of a rhyme

I sprinkly season on yo ass

I got pots cookin', this is not the lookin'

This nigga don’t see it comin', I’ma make a pasta wit 'em

Two shots for Brooklyn, two shots for BIGGIE and Jay

Fuck that peace can make his own piggy bank

Ya’ll wanna name names -- but see I fuck wit Nas and I fuck wit Jada

Fuck wit D-Block and fuck all you haters

I fuck wit Ra, fuck wit Canibus

I fuck wit real niggas who can spit

Who can do it like this?

You shake my hand I crush your fingers and pop your wrist

And if a nigga respond to me -- he gon' to bleed

Fuck a rap group, we gon' to need an Army

And I got nuclear rhymes, so you gotta get use to these lines

I’m like George Bush before the buttons pushed

Niggas loosin' they mind, I snap your back like broom for a spine

Priest is an epidemic, invented inside a clinic, define all rap and end it

Wit punch lines to give a nigga crenches

And When I spit the Statue of Liberty flinches

My sentences go inside a niggas heart and rip it apart

This is heart, this is Mozart, on acid you bastard

You a fuckin' faggot, open that nigga casket put 'em in

Ya haven’t met the strangler, I got a torcher chamber

Wit ya names on and I name ya, I rearrange ya, cremate ya

I’ll change ya, I complicate ya, you in constant danger

I use a nigga air for souvenirs

Your blood and guts all up in the mic booth smeared

Nigga use to screw face, now his face is on screws

Hangin' up in my crib, this is what I do to you

I use your head as a vase, Priest is a beast

A dark force, A dinosaur wit lock jaw

A killin' machine the breathin' guillotine

A demon hearin' your scream, you?

re bleedin'

I’m still in ya dreams I’m not leavin'

I’m like the curse of Emily Rose when I entered your soul

And I kill you from the inside out

First let me burst your heart, then cry out

And your scream sounds like music to my ears from a beat machine

It’s sweet to me;

I listen to it like its classical music

I bring through it, I beat your ass wit a motha’fuckin' pool stick

Poke ya eye balls out wit a tooth pick, want me to prove it?

I’ll do it;

I’ll spit 'til my mouth is all white

Like it’s covered wit cool whip, BITCH!, +The Offering+ nigga, Priest!

I’m comin', I’m comin'