| I’m amazin', you a pagan
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| I heard most of y’all 33rd Masons
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| I’ma champion wit no opponents
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| I reign foreva, y’all reign is for a moment
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| No matter what Priest will always be here
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| Bullshit, y’all just drop
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| It’s the end of your career
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| It’s amazin', I’ma conqueror
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| I’ma warrior, I’ma Savior
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| Call the coroners
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| I’ma the Alpha, the Omega
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| A rapper’s rapper, no one’s greater
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| I’m amazin', I’ma nations, I’ma planets
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| Its evasion, the redeemer
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| The Creator, I’m the healer, the life taker
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| People will be happy someone stood up to y’all
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| And I will not lose till I devour you all
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| I’m amazin', the on ragin'
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| Prepared for war, kick down the door, that’s what I’m wagin'
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| Look what you’re facin'
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| God’s glory, God’s covenant, God’s government
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| I’m ruler, I’m king, I’m talkin', why sing?
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| Autotune, I smell all of y’all doom
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| Head’s hung in shame
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| I’ma do it just to prove wit y’all music is stupid
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| I loop it, my album will have columns
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| Where I’m nasty and ruthless
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| This for niggas in staircases
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| Or in front of computers in basements
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| The replacements is here
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| Here’s a head for the souvenir
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| The rulers can cheer
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| Shut the fuck up, get out the way, move to the rear
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| Peace to niggas on blocks, the corners behind bars
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| Fuck these rap stars if they don’t address me as God
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| Make 'em see a God, fuck ya tight jean flow
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| Y’all might seen doe, but y’all drag-queen hoes
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| I might step on ya pedicured toes
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| My berretta kills those wit lip gloss floss
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| Y’all bitch industry get tossed
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| Killah Priest dot com
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| Dot on ya legs, dot on ya arms
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| We clap ringers, while y’all snap fingers
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| HEEEEEYYYY!!! |