歌曲 | Priesthood |
歌手 | Killah Priest |
专辑 | The Offering |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Esclante, Reed | |
*horses neighing* | |
As the final days begin, God sends four terrible hor*********** *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. *********** that! | |
(Set it off.) Yea, yea, ya ***********tted. | |
Ya in some ***********t now, son. | |
It's on now, ***********as can suck my ***********. | |
I'm back! *********** that ***********t! | |
Ready to eat ***********z up, beat they ass and e'rything, son. | |
I'ma prove this ***********t, right here. | |
Me and my ***********. 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, ***********, 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, ***********? Look at ya talk ***********t | |
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 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 ***********t, don't get me started | |
I slap y'all ***********as like y'all little kids in kindegarten | |
Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden | |
Now watch this, I'ma call my whole *********** squadron | |
[Movie Sample] | |
The four hor*********** of the apocalypse are among the bible's | |
most terrifying figures. | |
[Killah Priest] | |
Cuz y'all ***********z is ****** up | |
and Brooklyn ***********z 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: Killah Priest] | |
***********z bop yo' heads to this, real ***********t | |
Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness | |
You feel this in yo' streets and village | |
Spare that new ***********t, 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 ***********t... | |
[Movie Sample] | |
The fourth hor*********** 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 | |
***********, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff | |
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, *********** | |
Stop cryin ***********, before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist | |
You can't rhyme ***********, the one triple nine's mine *********** | |
The pain'll make ya voice change octaves | |
>From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage | |
And punish DJ's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes | |
Smack the stripper *********** 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 *********** | |
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 hor*********** on the back of four quadropeds | |
Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, ***********as! | |
*horses neighing* |
zuo ci : Esclante, Reed | |
horses neighing | |
As the final days begin, God sends four terrible hor 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. that! | |
Set it off. Yea, yea, ya tted. | |
Ya in some t now, son. | |
It' s on now, as can suck my . | |
I' m back! that t! | |
Ready to eat z up, beat they ass and e' rything, son. | |
I' ma prove this t, right here. | |
Me and my . 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, , 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 horsekick horses neighing | |
What now, ? Look at ya talk t | |
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 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 t, don' t get me started | |
I slap y' all as like y' all little kids in kindegarten | |
Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden | |
Now watch this, I' ma call my whole squadron | |
Movie Sample | |
The four hor of the apocalypse are among the bible' s | |
most terrifying figures. | |
Killah Priest | |
Cuz y' all z is up | |
and Brooklyn z 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: Killah Priest | |
z bop yo' heads to this, real t | |
Call up yo' cliques to this, it' s realness | |
You feel this in yo' streets and village | |
Spare that new t, 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 t... | |
Movie Sample | |
The fourth hor 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 tugofwar 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 | |
, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff | |
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, | |
Stop cryin , before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist | |
You can' t rhyme , the one triple nine' s mine | |
The pain' ll make ya voice change octaves | |
From lowpitched to highpitched, every hour we kill a hostage | |
And punish DJ' s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes | |
Smack the stripper 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 | |
I' ll eat ya saltfish, if ya suck my sausage | |
I got an atomic sub, armed wit a subatomic scud | |
Ready to spill ya crimsoncolored blood | |
The four hor on the back of four quadropeds | |
Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, as! | |
horses neighing |
zuò cí : Esclante, Reed | |
horses neighing | |
As the final days begin, God sends four terrible hor 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. that! | |
Set it off. Yea, yea, ya tted. | |
Ya in some t now, son. | |
It' s on now, as can suck my . | |
I' m back! that t! | |
Ready to eat z up, beat they ass and e' rything, son. | |
I' ma prove this t, right here. | |
Me and my . 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, , 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 horsekick horses neighing | |
What now, ? Look at ya talk t | |
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 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 t, don' t get me started | |
I slap y' all as like y' all little kids in kindegarten | |
Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden | |
Now watch this, I' ma call my whole squadron | |
Movie Sample | |
The four hor of the apocalypse are among the bible' s | |
most terrifying figures. | |
Killah Priest | |
Cuz y' all z is up | |
and Brooklyn z 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: Killah Priest | |
z bop yo' heads to this, real t | |
Call up yo' cliques to this, it' s realness | |
You feel this in yo' streets and village | |
Spare that new t, 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 t... | |
Movie Sample | |
The fourth hor 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 tugofwar 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 | |
, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff | |
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, | |
Stop cryin , before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist | |
You can' t rhyme , the one triple nine' s mine | |
The pain' ll make ya voice change octaves | |
From lowpitched to highpitched, every hour we kill a hostage | |
And punish DJ' s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes | |
Smack the stripper 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 | |
I' ll eat ya saltfish, if ya suck my sausage | |
I got an atomic sub, armed wit a subatomic scud | |
Ready to spill ya crimsoncolored blood | |
The four hor on the back of four quadropeds | |
Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, as! | |
horses neighing |