Priesthood Lyrics - Canibus

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: killah priest] 

Yea, yea, yea, yea. 

Yea, yea. fuck that! 

(set it off.) yea, yea, ya shitted. 

Ya in some shit now, son. 

It's on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick. 

I'm back! fuck that shit! 

Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e'rything, son. 

I'ma prove this shit, right here. 

Me and my nigga. what!? 

[movie sample] 

Violence and punishment of enemies. 

[killah priest] 

I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap 

I'm a vocalist, nigga, 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, nigga? look at ya talk shit 

Just can't do it, 'cause 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 class 

And took one second, to put yo' ass in a body bag 

>from a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last 

I like to pop shit, don't get me started 

I slap y'all mothafuckas like y'all little kids in kindegarten 

Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden 

Now watch this, i'ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron 

[movie sample] 

The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible's 

Most terrifying figures. 

[killah priest] 

'cause y'all niggaz is fucked up 

And brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya 

I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open 

But don't worry, 'cause i'ma stitch ya 

With a rusty screwdriver 

[chorus x2: killah priest] 

Niggaz bop yo' heads to this, real shit 

Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness 

You feel this in yo' streets and village 

Spare that new shit, priest killed 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 shit... 

[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 suck the breeze out ya lungs 

Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain 

You'll probably never walk ever again 

Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff 

Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, bitch 

Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the iron fist 

You can't rhyme bitch, the one triple nine's mine bitch 

The pain'll make ya voice change octaves 

>from low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage 

We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness 

And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes 

Smack the stripper bitches 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 bitch 

I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck 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, mothafuckas! 

*horses neighing*