k**ah Priest - Priesthood (Horsemen Mix) lyrics

* available only from the website [Movie Sample] *horses neighing* 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***as 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***as is f**ed up And Brooklyn n***as 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***as 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*