Musifixtion Lyrics - Killah Priest

[Intro: Killah Priest] 

{*dogs barking*} 

Priesthood 

It's time to ride on y'all 

A cat named Priest, yo 

[Killah Priest] 

They say it comes like a thief in the night 

Some say you see fire when he breathes on the mic 

The legend has it, his neck and his back is tattered 

On his arms are scriptures of psalms 

Just picture a Don with vultures on his shoulder 

A pearl gun in his holster under the seat 

One on the chauffer, twisted cobras in front of his ride 

Gun to his side, blunted eyes 

Lookin' up at thunderous skys 

The wonders arrive, statues change position 

Stone eyes open up, pupils follow me inside 

This is the time, the twisted mind of Priest 

White wolves leap out the woods 

Bite at the hoves of all the horses 

Return like Christ in the hood 

And the month now is Black August, c'mon 

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[Chorus: Killah Priest] 

Pay or deny me, stood right beside me 

Try to divide me, while all y'all musify me 

Pay or deny me, stood right beside me 

Try to divide me, while all y'all musify me 

[Killah Priest] 

Picture me on a black cross 

Black crows near both arms 

Blood drippin' from both palms 

And I'm squirmin' 'cause the sore of my wounds are burnin' 

Tossed from the wombs of virgins 

I seen it all, medical room of surgeons 

Read it all and the capy version 

I look down, people spittin' and cursin' 

Everybody quiet listin' to the sermon 

Record Exec's dress like Romans 

Pierce in my side, I'm goin through convulsions 

Starin' straight to a jet black ocean 

Three times I heard the rooster crow 

Cats I used to know denied me but now use my flow 

Used to feel my taste, my eyes searched the crowd for a familiar face 

All bein' persecuted for purchasing the music 

I'm like the works of a Judas 

Or does it when I hurt my movement 

While crooked lawyers gamble at the foot of my cross 

My spirit leaves to the hoods of New York 

I see streaks of lightning, angels with white wings 

Above me flapping across the skys 

They thought I died until one of them heard my cries 

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[Chorus] 

[Killah Priest] 

Now I'm back with blood on my hands, blood on my wings 

Clutchin' two sub-machines, duckin' and screams 

Two fully loaded magazines with M-16's 

Clappin' in the crowd, I empty out and reload 

I squeeze low, with one knee to the flo' 

I'ma get all you bastards 

Loadin' up bullets the size of carrots 

The kind the CIA find on the Arabs 

When I'm through y'all won't need any caskets 

I'ma leave y'all for the birds and the maggots 

Then I'ma strike the matches 

Burn up ya corpses, it's like I'm possessed by forces 

Priest the sorceress, then the clouds gather 

Then the foul scatter, in the air I can taste the warfare 

Y'all didn't think I'll be back for vengeance 

Well y'all wrong, nowl suffer the consequences 

And I came with armed defences 

Highly trained to break your fences in 

Chorus 

[Outro: Killah Priest] 

Yeah they wanna musify me man 

Just like they crucified Christ 

But this is music, they musified me 

But just like him, if I die 

I rise in three days 

Believe me don't search at the grave 

I'll be in the PJ's hahahaha 

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