Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Musifixtion, artist - Killah Priest. Date of issue: 11.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Musifixtion |
| Priesthood |
| It’s time to ride on y’all |
| A cat named Priest, yo 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 tattered |
| On his arms are scriptures of psalms |
| Just picture 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 hoves of all the horses |
| Return like Christ in the hood |
| And the month now is Black August, c’mon |
| Pay or deny me, stood right beside me Try to divide me, while all y’all musify me Pay or deny me, stood right beside me Try to divide me, while all y’all musify me 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 and the capy version |
| I look down, people spittin’and cursin' |
| Everybody quiet listin’to the sermon |
| Record Exec’s 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 skys |
| They thought I died until one of them heard my cries |
| 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’ma 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’ma leave y’all for the birds and the maggots |
| Then I’ma 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, nowl suffer the consequences |
| And I came with armed defences |
| Highly trained to break your fences in 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 |