Witness The King Lyrics - Killah Priest

[Killah Priest] 

As my soul gets darker, my guns will spark ya 

Greet the night stalker, meet your fate 

Bow and pay homage, I rap with a garment 

Like one of the profits that's teaching faith 

One mistake and your life gets tooken, I'm from Brooklyn 

Two blocks over from where Satan lives 

Where my niggaz break in cribs and we shake your kids 

Turn 'em upside down, "Where that bacon is?" 

But we don't kill toddlers, feel the revolver 

On the side of the father or the mother 

It's time for you to suffer, I kill your brothers 

Front and be laying under covers 

My rap style smothers, sweet like smuckers 

Pull out the heat and you studder, no teeth, just pucker 

And kiss my rings, I hit with a sting, the gifts you bring 

Witness the king 

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[Chorus x2: Killah Prirest] 

The strongest motherfucker make the world go 'round 

If you a weak motherfucker then you best bow down 

Show your respect, kneel or you might be next 

Pay homage to my rings, and witness the king 

[Killah Priest] 

Come on 

Show gratitude, never attitude 

When I start grabbin' tools, your ass is his' 

One shot make a nigga turn bitch real quick 

Deal with the ruckus, I leave ya in crutches 

I shoot ya'll in public, put two through your luggage 

The gun to your nugget, run your jewels 

I rap for motherfuckers, clapped at motherfuckers 

If you don't know then you must be schooled 

My flow's bonafied to be a supreme force 

Cultivate the rhyme to make a supreme source 

Activate the mind, I'm a light that taught 

Don't wait for prime time, the fight is off 

Witness the king 

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Chorus x2 

[Killah Priest] 

Come on 

I bet ya'll never heard a rapper like I 

Cut to the gut motherfucker, ask why 

Once I reply it's the sty 'til I die 

Down to the bill, nigga work in the field 

Squirtin' the steel, caps get peeled 

Cats get killed, wack until I feel it's necessary to get wet in every 

Spot from the glock, drop two double oh's 

In trouble your souls, three fifty seven mac 10, better 

You say never, I say whatever, spraying berettas 

Nothing protect ya, tear up your texture 

Applyin' that pressure, it's my pleasure 

Hit you from your neck up, I want that respect, what! 

Chorus x2