| Killah Priest… King Masada
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| Landed on a sick canvas
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| Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged
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| Insane, preachin God’s commandment, feel me
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| I move through the dark regions, and won’t stop
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| 'til we even, until you bleedin, until you stop breathin
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| Givin careers a severe beatin for emceeing
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| It’s something that I don’t take lightly
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| How the fuck you ever invite me to a duel?
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| I drool before I break fool, then I drag MC’s
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| Beat em down to they knees, grab your necks and squeeze
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| Till there’s no life left, they lifeless
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| Then micless, what a crisis
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| I give them a good night’s rest
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| I break they biceps, and triceps, thighs and necks
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| Breast area is the best area
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| Before I bury ya, I make sure that you never ever, ever, ever try that shit no
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| more
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| KnowhatI’msayin? |
| (Word is bond!)
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| Your ambition put you in that fucked up condition
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| Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction
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| Now you in a state of non-fiction
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| Make you beg for mercy if you ever approach me
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| I blow your head off when I talk, chop off your arms
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| And bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin
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| For a dead-end, stop your sweatin
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| Like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin
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| Snuck up on you at your wedding, at your honeymoon
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| Turn that shit into doom
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| Turn your rap cassettes into your fucking caskets
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| You God damn bastards
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| Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid
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| I’m complete analyzer of your entire eye
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| Gave you no time to crawl, so walk on by
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| I’m the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
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| The good to your bye; |
| your question to your why?
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| The wing to your fly, low to your high
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| The Dirt Dog, I be the God; |
| the tear to your cry
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| I drop in it, cleanse the Earth’s
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| My place to birth strong, gave me the eye
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| The fatal brave to grave, the ceremonies from religious cults half man and half
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| goat
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| Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes
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| We followed goats, our nose and hella smoke
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| Fire breathin dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern
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| To the see the future through the crystal ball
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| The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall
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| Offense see the coffin often
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| I fell at the doorstop coughin, I heard the pipe organ (cough)
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| Saw some men of a white origin
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| I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan and George Bush
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| Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf
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| Upon the brazen altar
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| Six men offer their only daughter splashing holy water
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| I ran for the, camcorders, now I’m plagued with curses
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| I roam the Earth’s surface, snatchin purses
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| Allergic to catholic churches, what’s the purpose
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| Religious worship, is worthless
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| I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints were married
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| But now they buried cause of Satan’s fury, I faced the jury
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| Held in court like Christ nailed to a cross
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| Confront my knowledge like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate
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| Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace
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| The government wants my wallet
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| I’m complete analyzer of your entire eye
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| Gave you no time to crawl, so walk on by
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| I’m the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
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| The good to your bye; |
| your question to your why?
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| The wing to your fly, low to your high
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| The Dirt Dog, I be the God; |
| the tear to your cry
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| I drop in it, cleanse the Earth’s
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| My place to birth strong, gave me the eye
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| If you don’t know… now you know
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| Killah Priest, now you know |