k**ah Priest - The Abyssinian Sword lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] Yea n***as, its Priesthood back up in this motha'f**a b**h Yea n***as, tear n***as down, +The Offering+ is comin' soon Yo, the next beat yo [k**ah Priest] 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'f**in head like its put into catapult Or turned to a T-Rex, dependin' on what beats next I rock fatigue ya n***as rock v-necks I slap a rapper in Brooklyn so hard - the n***a get up out of the BX Is that ya man? Well you'll be next I literally push a n***a 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 f** wit him" And while you thinkin' of a rhyme I sprinkly season on yo a** I got pots cookin', this is not the lookin' This n***a don't see it comin', I'ma make a pasta wit 'em Two shots for Brooklyn, two shots for BIGGIE and Jay f** that peace can make his own piggy bank Ya'll wanna name names -- but see I f** wit Nas and I f** wit Jada f** wit D-Block and f** all you haters I f** wit Ra, f** wit Canibus I f** wit real n***as who can spit Who can do it like this? You shake my hand I crush your fingers and pop your wrist And if a n***a respond to me -- he gon' to bleed f** 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 bu*tons pushed n***as 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 n***a crenches And When I spit the Statue of Liberty flinches My sentences go inside a n***as heart and rip it apart This is heart, this is Mozart, on acid you ba*tard You a f**in' f*ggot, open that n***a 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 n***a air for souvenirs Your blood and guts all up in the mic booth smeared n***a 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 k**in' 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 k** 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 cla**ical music I bring through it, I beat your a** wit a motha'f**in' 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, b*tch!, +The Offering+ n***a, Priest! I'm comin', I'm comin'