Do You Want it (TV Track)
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Priesthood, Priest
Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
Y'all have locked her up
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
I was not offended
For I knew I had to rise above it all
Or drown in my own shit
Priest, Proverbs, hahaha
Y'all cats think I was just gon' come off, and I don't get none?
Thought y'all wouldn't hear from me again, right?
That's right, baby
Killah Priest, Priesthood, Priest on
Know what I mean?
Priesthood
Yeah, uh, it's on now
Yeah, yeah
It's Priest
Yo, Killah Priest, Priest on, Priesthood
I'm back for good, know what I mean?
Thought y'all wasn't gon' hear from me again
But now I gotta scream on everybody (Family)
Everybody battling, rattling in the street, whatever
Check this out, yo
It's Priest standing in his greatness, God's favorite
I rock the star like King David, my queens raving
I walk past, they start waving
Each arm a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the greatest
Made women drunk from the royal fragrance
I rock the latest in fashion, my jewelry flashing
In other countries, they can hear my magnums
When they blasting, I heard it sound like thunder clapping
Hit you in your stomach, watch you start gagging
Who gives a fuck if you're platinum?
If you're lying in a wooden casket
For good, now that's hood, yo
Every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I'm clutching my Tec
It's on, the Priest, the prophet, the king, the God
The son, you see him quickly when I'm popping my gun
It's on
Thou shall fear me only if thou's been guilty
Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest
The industry tried to kill me
Before, sat at tables like the Savior at the Last Supper
Amongst nine rap lovers
Three crack hustlers with gats covered
Peep my last words in a Proverb
Observe me if you're worthy
I remember y'all ass showed, y'all was wet and cold
I covered y'all with robes, gave y'all flows
When I gave y'all souls, I gave you flesh, covered y'all bones
Breathed in you, set y'all on thrones
Now y'all betrayed me, I raised thee from babies
'Til y'all were grown men
For y'all birthday, I gave y'all y'all own pen
To write with, beware of vipers and snakes and biters
I taught y'all 'bout the depths of words and dark sentences
Now y'all don't remember shit, but try to mimic it
When I see my crown, just give me it
It's mine, seek your own rhyme
It's on (That's right, nigga, seek your own rhyme, come on)
Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I'm clutching my Tec
It's on, the Priest, the prophet, the king, the God
The son, you see him quickly when I'm popping my gun
It's on
I lay rappers down with a MAC or the pound
Pop 'em, stretch 'em out with they back to the ground
Leave 'em lost in the woods, gotta find 'em with hounds
My four-five'll turn a nigga from fatigues to bowties
No lie, put a nigga close by the most high
My pen's a dream catcher, the Indian myth
Pick one, send me a fifth, your shell get hit
Ladies spell my shit, A-D-D-I-C-T
I-V-E, lick your lips, come try me
Contestants, hook them up to IV
In hospitals, I pop pistols
Pellets hit your head like hot nickels
The Priesthood, the Priest on, the High Priest
I pop three, leave rappers in memory
The winner be me, Priesthood, AKA Body Beat
Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I'm clutching my Tec
It's on, the Priest, the prophet, the king, the God
The son, you see him quickly when I'm popping my gun
Every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I'm clutching my Tec
It's on, the Priest, the prophet, the king, the God
The son, you see him quickly when I'm popping my gun
It's on