Canibus - Priesthood lyrics

As the final days begin, god sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing* To reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. the first three bring Conquest to war and famine. [intro: k**ah priest] Yea, yea, yea, yea. Yea, yea. f** that! (set it off.) yea, yea, ya sh**ted. Ya in some sh** now, son. It's on now, mothaf**as can s** my dick. I'm back! f** that sh**! Ready to eat n***az up, beat they a** and e'rything, son. I'ma prove this sh**, right here. Me and my n***a. what!? [movie sample] Violence and punishment of enemies. [k**ah priest] I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once i start to rap I'm a vocalist, n***a, i'm supposed to rip Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then i finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing* What now, n***a? look at ya talk sh** Just can't do it, cuz you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth And i know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out Ya trained all year, in a karate cla** And took one second, to put yo' a** in a body bag >from a shotty blast, i walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last I like to pop sh**, don't get me started I slap y'all mothaf**as like y'all little kids in kindegarten Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden Now watch this, i'ma call my whole mothaf**in squadron [movie sample] The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible's Most terrifying figures. [k**ah priest] Cuz y'all n***az is f**ed up And brooklyn n***az is really ready to get ya I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open But don't worry, cuz i'ma stitch ya With a rusty screwdriver [chorus x2: k**ah priest] n***az bop yo' heads to this, real sh** Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness You feel this in yo' streets and village Spare that new sh**, priest k**ed it [canibus] Yo, yo, yo Yo i'm a macabeast mc and i possess the ability To run at top speed without bendin my knees I destory sh**... [movie sample] The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all. [canibus] ...wrap my hands around ya neck region Then i start squeezin 'til ya stop breathin You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues I knock the teeth out ya gums and s** the breeze out ya lungs Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain You'll probably never walk ever again n***a, you think you rhyme sick? i leave you lyin stiff Pull you behind my horse til i break ya spine, b**h Stop cryin b**h, before i hit ya wit the iron fist You can't rhyme b**h, the one triple nine's mine b**h The pain'll make ya voice change octaves >from low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we k** a hostage We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the stripper b**hes for askin for our autograph and pictures You'll be scared to leave the club wit us You stratch my back, i'll scratch your's b**h I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya s** my sausage I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothaf**as! *horses neighing*