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