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Текст песни Killah Priest - Witness the King

Killah Priest - Witness the King слова песни

[Killah Priest]As my soul gets darker, my guns will spark yaGreet the night stalker, meet your fateBow and pay homage, I rap with a garmentLike one of the profits that`s teaching faithOne mistake and your life gets tooken, I`m from BrooklynTwo blocks over from where Satan livesWhere my niggaz break in cribs and we shake your kidsTurn `em upside down, "Where that bacon is?"But we don`t kill toddlers, feel the revolverOn the side of the father or the motherIt`s time for you to suffer, I kill your brothersFront and be laying under coversMy rap style smothers, sweet like smuckersPull out the heat and you studder, no teeth, just puckerAnd kiss my rings, I hit with a sting, the gifts you bringWitness the king[Chorus x2: Killah Prirest]The strongest motherfucker make the world go `roundIf you a weak motherfucker then you best bow downShow your respect, kneel or you might be nextPay homage to my rings, and witness the king[Killah Priest]Come onShow gratitude, never attitudeWhen I start grabbin` tools, your ass is his`One shot make a nigga turn bitch real quickDeal with the ruckus, I leave ya in crutchesI shoot ya`ll in public, put two through your luggageThe gun to your nugget, run your jewelsI rap for motherfuckers, clapped at motherfuckersIf you don`t know then you must be schooledMy flow`s bonafied to be a supreme forceCultivate the rhyme to make a supreme sourceActivate the mind, I`m a light that taughtDon`t wait for prime time, the fight is offWitness the kingChorus x2[Killah Priest]Come onI bet ya`ll never heard a rapper like ICut to the gut motherfucker, ask whyOnce I reply it`s the sty `til I dieDown to the bill, nigga work in the fieldSquirtin` the steel, caps get peeledCats get killed, wack until I feel it`s necessary to get wet in everySpot from the glock, drop two double oh`sIn trouble your souls, three fifty seven mac 10, betterYou say never, I say whatever, spraying berettasNothing protect ya, tear up your textureApplyin` that pressure, it`s my pleasureHit you from your neck up, I want that respect, what!Chorus x2

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