k**ah Priest - Witness the King lyrics

Published

0 232 0

k**ah Priest - Witness the King lyrics

[k**ah 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 n***az break in cribs and we shake your kids Turn 'em upside down, "Where that bacon is?" But we don't k** toddlers, feel the revolver On the side of the father or the mother It's time for you to suffer, I k** 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 [Chorus x2: k**ah Prirest] The strongest motherf**er make the world go 'round If you a weak motherf**er then you best bow down Show your respect, kneel or you might be next Pay homage to my rings, and witness the king [k**ah Priest] Come on Show gratitude, never attitude When I start grabbin' tools, your a** is his' One shot make a n***a turn b**h 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 j**els I rap for motherf**ers, clapped at motherf**ers 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 Chorus x2 [k**ah Priest] Come on I bet ya'll never heard a rapper like I Cut to the gut motherf**er, ask why Once I reply it's the sty 'til I die Down to the bill, n***a work in the field Squirtin' the steel, caps get peeled Cats get k**ed, 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