Artist: Killah Priest
Album:  Black August
Song:   Musifixtion
Typed by: Knowledge God

[Intro: Killah Priest]
{*thunder*}
Priesthood
It's time to ride on y'all
A cat named Priest, yo

[Killah Priest]
They say he 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 tatted
And his arms are scriptures of psalms
Just vision a Don with vultures on his shoulder
A pearl gun in his holster, under the seat, one on his chauffeur
Twisted cobras in front of his ride, gun to his side, blunted eyes
Looking up at thundering skies, the one has arrived
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 hooves of all the horses
Return like Christ in the hood
In a month now it's Black August, c'mon

[Chorus: Killah Priest]
They all denied me, stood right beside me
(Pain, I really want to get guns, pick one which one) 
Tried to divide me, why alt y'all musify me
(Yall really wanna go for it hollah back and let a nigga know)
They all denied me, stood right beside me
(Pain, I really want to get stung, pick one which one)
Tried to divide me, why alt y'all musify me
(Yall really wanna go for it hollah back and let a nigga know)

[Killah Priest]
Picture me on a black cross
Black crows near both arms
Blood dripping from both palms
And I'm squirming cause the salt in my wounds are burning
Tossed from the womb of virgins
I seen it all, medical room with surgeons
Read it all in the KP version
I look down, people spitting and cursing
Everybody quiet listen to the sermon
Record execs dressed like Romans, piercing my side
I go into convulsions
Staring straight into a jet-black ocean
Three times I heard the rooster crow, cats I used to know
Deny me but now use my flow
You used to feel my tapes, my eyes search the crowd for a familiar face
All being persecuted for purchasing the music
Feel like the works of a Judas
All cause they wanna 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 skies, they thought I'd die
Till one of them heard my cries

[Chorus]

[Killah Priest]
Now I'm back with blood on my hands, blood on my wings
Clutching two sub-machines
Ducking and scream, two fully loaded magazines with M-16's
Clapping in the crowd
I empty out and reload
I squeeze loads with one knee to the floor
I'm a get all you bastards
Loading up bullets the size of carrots
The kind the CIA fired on the Arabs
When I'm through y'all won't need any caskets
I'm a leave y'all for the birds and the maggots
Then I'm a strike the matches, burn up your corpses
It's like I'm possessed by forces, Priest and his Sorcerers
Then the clouds gather, then the foul scatter
In the air I can taste the warfare
Y'all didn't think I'd be back for vengeance
Well y'all wrong now suffer the consequences
And I came with armed defenses
Highly trained to break through fences

Chorus 

[Outro: Killah Priest]
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