Priesthood (Horsemen Mix) lyrics

[Intro: movie sample]
As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen to reek his vengeance on a sinfull word
The first three bring conquest, war and famine

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, f*ck that!
(Set it off) Yeah, yeah, you sh*tted
You in some sh*t now, son
It's on now, motherf*ckers can suck my di*k
I'm back! f*ck that sh*t!
Ready to eat n*ggas up, beat their ass and everything, son
I'ma prove this sh*t, right here
Me and my n*gga, what!?

[Movie Sample]
Violence and punishment of enemies

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
I'm a vocalist, n*gga, I'm supposed to rip
Last Poet's told me this
Hit you in your head wit my explosive fist
Then I finish you off with a tremendous horse-kick
What now, n*gga? Look at you talk sh*t
Just can't do it 'cause you ain't got no teeth in your mouth
And I know you just tired of me beating you out
You trained all year in a karate class
It took one second to put your ass in a bodybag
From a shotty blast, I walk up in your club and your parties don't last
I like to pop sh*t, don't get me started
I slap y'all mothaf*ckas like y'all little kids in kindegarten
Squeeze your head 'til your kidneys harden
Now watch this, I'ma call my whole motherf*cking squadron
[Movie Sample]
The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the Bible's most terrifying figures

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
'Cause y'all n*ggas is f*cked up
And Brooklyn n*ggas is really ready to get you
I know how to hit you and cut you open
But don't worry 'cause I'ma stitch you with a rusty screwdriver

[Chorus: Killah Priest]
n*ggas bop your heads to this, real sh*t
Call up your cliques to this, it's realness
You feel this in your streets and village
Spare that new sh*t, Priest killed it, yo!
n*ggas bop your heads to this, real sh*t
Call up your cliques to this, it's realness
You feel this in your streets and village
Spare that new sh*t, Priest killed it, yo!
(yo, yo, yo)

[Canibus]
Yo, I'm a Maccabeast MC and I possess the ability
To run at top speed without bendin my knees
I destroy sh*t...
(The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all)
...wrap my hands around your neck region
Then I start squeezing 'til you stop breathing
You weaklings is playin tug-of-war with your tongues
I knock the teeth out your gums and suck the breeze out your lungs
Hit you with a blow your physical frame could never sustain
You'll probably never walk ever again
n*gga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lying stiff
Put you in the Horseman Heimlich and break your spine, b*tch
Stop crying b*tch, before I hit you with the Iron Fist
You can't rhyme b*tch, the one triple nine's mine b*tch
The pain'll make your voice change octaves
From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge MCs by their lyrical fitness
And punish DJs for putting corny stickers on their mixes
Smack the stripper b*tches for asking for our autograph and pictures
You'll be scared to leave the club with us
You stratch my back, I'll scratch yours b*tch
I'll eat your salt-fish, if you suck my sausage
I got an atomic sub armed with a subatomic scud
Ready to spill your crimson-colored blood
The Four Horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
Putting four hoof prints on your foreheads, motherf*ckers!