Witness the King

[Killah Priest] As my soul gets darker, my guns will spark ya Greet the night stalker, meet your fate Bow and pay homage, I rap with a garment Like one of the profits that's teaching faith One mistake and your life gets tooken, I'm from Brooklyn Two blocks over from where Satan lives Where my niggas break in cribs and we shake your kids Turn 'em upside down, "Where that bacon is?" But we don't kill toddlers, feel the revolver On the side of the father or the mother It's time for you to suffer, I kill your brothers Front and be laying under covers My rap style smothers, sweet like smuckers Pull out the heat and you studder, no teeth, just pucker And kiss my rings, I hit with a sting, the gifts you bring Witness the king [Chorus x2: Killah Prirest] The strongest motherfucker make the world go 'round If you a weak motherfucker then you best bow down Show your respect, kneel or you might be next Pay homage to my rings, and witness the king [Killah Priest] Come on Show gratitude, never attitude When I start grabbin' tools, your ass is his' One shot make a nigga turn bitch real quick Deal with the ruckus, I leave ya in crutches I shoot ya'll in public, put two through your luggage The gun to your nugget, run your jewels I rap for motherfuckers, clapped at motherfuckers If you don't know then you must be schooled My flow's bonafied to be a supreme force Cultivate the rhyme to make a supreme source Activate the mind, I'm a light that taught Don't wait for prime time, the fight is off Witness the king Chorus x2 [Killah Priest] Come on I bet ya'll never heard a rapper like I Cut to the gut motherfucker, ask why Once I reply it's the sty 'til I die Down to the bill, nigga work in the field Squirtin' the steel, caps get peeled Cats get killed, wack until I feel it's necessary to get wet in every Spot from the Glock, drop two double oh's In trouble your souls, three fifty seven mac 10, better You say never, I say whatever, spraying berettas Nothing protect ya, tear up your texture Applyin' that pressure, it's my pleasure Hit you from your neck up, I want that respect, what! Chorus x2