Artist: Killah Priest
Album:  Black August
Song:   Excalibur
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Intro : Killah Priest]
Yeah, yeah, this is Priest, yo, Killah Priest, Priest Stone, Priesthood
Back for good, nahmean? Thought ya'll wasn't gonna hear from me again
Now I gotta scream on everybody (family) everybody battlin'
Battlin' in the street, whatever, check this out, yo

[Killah Priest]
It's Priest standing in his greatness 
Gods favorite I rock the star like King David 
My Queens baby 
I walk past they start waving 
Each arm a thousand bracelets 
Face it I'm the greatest 
Made women drunk from a royal fragrance
I rock the latest in fashion 
My jewelry flashing 
In other countries they can hear my magnum
When they blasting I heard it sound like thunder clapping 
Hit u in your stomach   
Watch u start gagging 
Who gives a fuck if your platinum
If your lying in the wood casket for good now that's hood

[Chorus: Killah Priest]
Yo, every knee shall bow every tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down when I'm clutching my tech
It's on the Priest the prophet the king the God the Sun 
You see 'em quickly when I'm popping my gun
It's on...

[Killah Priest]
Thou shall fear me 
Only if thou's been guilty feel me sincerely yours
Priest 
The industry tried to kill me
Before sat at tables like the savior at the last supper
Amongst 9 rap lovers 
3 crack hustlers with gats covered 
Peep my last words in a proverb observe me
If you're worthy  I remember y'all ass show 
Y'all was wet and cold 
I covered y'all with robes gave y'all flows 
When y'all gave y'all souls 
I gave you flesh cover y'all bones 
Breathed in u set y'all on thrones
Now y'all betray me 
I raise thee from babies 
Till y'all was grown men 
For your birthday I gave y'all your own pen 
To write with beware of vipers and snakes and biters 
I taught y'all bout the depth of words and dark sentences
Now y'all don't remember shit 
But try to mimic it when I see my crown just give me it 
It's mines seek y'all own rhyme
It's on, seek y'all own rhyme, come on!

[Chorus]

[Killah Priest]
I lay rappers down with the mac or the pound
Pop em stretch em out with they back to the ground
Leave em lost in the woods gotta found em with hounds
My 45 will turn a nigga with fatigues to bow ties no lie
Put a nigga close by the most high 
My pens a dream catcher 
The Indian myth pick one
Send me a fifth your shell get hit
Ladies spell my shit
A-D-D-I-C-T-I-V-E 
lick your lips come try me
Contestants hook 'em up to IV
In hospitals I popped pistols 
Pellets hit your head like hot nickels
Priesthood to Priest Stone to high Priest 
I popped 3 leave rappers in memories
The winner be me Priesthood aka Body, yo

[Chorus 2X]