Musifixtion

[Intro: Killah Priest] {*dogs barking*} Priesthood It's time to ride on y'all A cat named Priest, yo [Killah Priest] They say it comes like a thief in the night Some say you see fire when he breathes on the mic The legend has it, his neck and his back is tatted On his arms are scriptures of psalms Just vision a Don with vultures on his shoulder A pearl gun in his holster under the seat One on the chauffer, twisted cobras in front of his ride Gun to his side, blunted eyes Lookin' up at thunderous skys The wonders arrive, statues change position Stone eyes open up, pupils follow me inside This is the time, the twisted mind of Priest White wolves leap out the woods Bite at the hooves of all the horses Return like Christ in the hood And the month now is Black August, c'mon [Hook: Killah Priest] They all deny me (pain...y'all really wanna get guns) Stood right beside me (pick one, which one) Try to divide me (if y'all really wanna go for it) While y'all all musify me (holla back and let a nigga know) They all deny me (pain...y'all really wanna get guns) Stood right beside me (pick one, which one) Try to divide me (if y'all really wanna go for it) While all y'all musify me (holla back and let a nigga know) [Killah Priest] Picture me on a black cross Black crows near both arms Blood drippin' from both palms And I'm squirmin' cuz the sore of my wounds are burnin' Tossed from the wombs of virgins I seen it all, medical room of surgeons Read it all in the KP version I look down, people spittin' and cursin' Everybody quiet, listen to the sermon Record execs dress like Romans Pierce in my side, I'm goin through convulsions Starin' straight to a jet black ocean Three times I heard the rooster crow Cats I used to know denied me but now use my flow Used to feel my taste, my eyes searched the crowd for a familiar face All bein' persecuted for purchasing the music I'm like the works of a Judas Or does it when I hurt my movement While crooked lawyers gamble at the foot of my cross My spirit leaves to the hoods of New York I see streaks of lightning, angels with white wings Above me flapping across the skies They thought I died until one of them heard my cries [Hook] [Killah Priest] Now I'm back with blood on my hands, blood on my wings Clutchin' two sub-machines, duckin' and screams Two fully loaded magazines with M-16's Clappin' in the crowd, I empty out and reload I squeeze low, with one knee to the flo' I'mma get all you bastards Loadin' up bullets the size of carrots The kind the CIA find on the Arabs When I'm through y'all won't need any caskets I'mma leave y'all for the birds and the maggots Then I'mma strike the matches Burn up ya corpses, it's like I'm possessed by forces Priest the sorceress, then the clouds gather Then the foul scatter, in the air I can taste the warfare Y'all didn't think I'll be back for vengeance Well y'all wrong, now suffer the consequences And I came with armed defenses Highly trained to break your fences in Chorus [Outro: Killah Priest] Yeah they wanna musify me man Just like they crucified Christ But this is music, they musified me But just like him, if I die I rise in three days Believe me don't search at the grave I'll be in the PJ's hahahaha Follow me