Witness the king

LETRA

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 niggaz 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 motherfuc*** make the world go 'round
If you a weak motherfuc*** 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 ni*** 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 motherfuc***, clapped at motherfuc***
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 motherfuc***, ask why
Once I reply it's the sty 'til I die
Down to the bill, ni*** 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