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• Priesthood - Canibus
• Priesthood - Killah Priest
• Luv For My Thugs - Priesthood
• I'm Free - Priesthood

As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing*
To reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. the first three bring
Conquest to war and famine.
[intro: killah priest]
Yea, yea, yea, yea.
Yea, yea. fuck that!
(set it off.) yea, yea, ya shitted.
Ya in some shit now, son.
It's on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick.
I'm back! fuck that shit!
Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e'rything, son.
I'ma prove this shit, right here.
Me and my nigga. what!?
[movie sample]
Violence and punishment of enemies.
[killah priest]
I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip
Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist
Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing*
What now, nigga? look at ya talk shit
Just can't do it, 'cause you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth
And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
Ya trained all year, in a karate class
And took one second, to put yo' ass in a body bag
>from a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last
I like to pop shit, don't get me started
I slap y'all mothafuckas like y'all little kids in kindegarten
Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden
Now watch this, i'ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron
[movie sample]
The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible's
Most terrifying figures.
[killah priest]
'cause y'all niggaz is fucked up
And brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya
I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
But don't worry, 'cause i'ma stitch ya
With a rusty screwdriver
[chorus x2: killah priest]
Niggaz bop yo' heads to this, real shit
Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness
You feel this in yo' streets and village
Spare that new shit, priest killed it
[canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo I'm a macabeast mc and I possess the ability
To run at top speed without bendin my knees
I destory shit...
[movie sample]
The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all.
[canibus]
...wrap my hands around ya neck region
Then I start squeezin 'til ya stop breathin
You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues
I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs
Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain
You'll probably never walk ever again
Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, bitch
Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the iron fist
You can't rhyme bitch, the one triple nine's mine bitch
The pain'll make ya voice change octaves
>from low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness
And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures
You'll be scared to leave the club wit us
You stratch my back, I'll scratch your's bitch
I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage
I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud
Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood
The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothafuckas!

* from the forthcoming "a view from masada"
[movie sample]
*horses neighing*
As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing*
To reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. the first three bring
Conquest to war and famine.
[intro: killah priest]
Yea, yea, yea, yea.
Yea, yea. fuck that!
(set it off.) yea, yea, ya shitted.
Ya in some shit now, son.
It's on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick.
I'm back! fuck that shit!
Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e'rything, son.
I'ma prove this shit, right here.
Me and my nigga. what!?
[movie sample]
Violence and punishment of enemies.
[killah priest]
I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip
Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist
Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing*
What now, nigga? look at ya talk shit
Just can't do it, 'cause you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth
And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
Ya trained all year, in a karate class
And took one second, to put yo' ass in a body bag
>from a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last
I like to pop shit, don't get me started
I slap y'all mothafuckas like y'all little kids in kindegarten
Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden
Now watch this, i'ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron
[movie sample]
The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible's
Most terrifying figures.
[killah priest]
'cause y'all niggaz is fucked up
And brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya
I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
But don't worry, 'cause i'ma stitch ya
With a rusty screwdriver
[chorus x2: killah priest]
Niggaz bop yo' heads to this, real shit
Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness
You feel this in yo' streets and village
Spare that new shit, priest killed it
[canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo I'm a macabeast mc and I possess the ability
To run at top speed without bendin my knees
I destory shit...
[movie sample]
The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all.
[canibus]
...wrap my hands around ya neck region
Then I start squeezin 'til ya stop breathin
You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues
I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs
Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain
You'll probably never walk ever again
Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, bitch
Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the iron fist
You can't rhyme bitch, the one triple nine's mine bitch
The pain'll make ya voice change octaves
>from low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness
And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures
You'll be scared to leave the club wit us
You stratch my back, I'll scratch your's bitch
I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage
I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud
Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood
The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothafuckas!

CHORUS
I got love for my thugs, crazy love for my thugs.
Crazy love for my thug ones.(x2)
(J-RAW Verse 1:)
I got this game on lock locc don't you play June for a joke, y'all got me on this microphone because I make the mic smoke.
And although homeboy I don't bang, I know some O.G.'s from the hood I use to hang with.
Taught me things from the hood that I now know, you become a b.g. before you turn pro.
And if you know like I know when they slang dope, bes beware for that undercover five-0.
And you know you can't mess with the dress code cause loud colors mess around and get your head blown. That's right I'm from the west and it's like that, paranoia keep's a cat consistently strapped.
Gun shots were the last thing heard, I give you my word I seen a body lay limp on the curb.
JRaw will tell you straight, go figure.
I got my pen to the pad and I'm about to pull the trigger- what. That's why I got love for my thugs cause they showed me mad love when a brother was trying to come up.
And that's why I'm givin' love right back because the love that I got you won't find in a dope sack.
CHORUS
(Verse 3)
Influenced by crime with them blinded minds.
They livin' out that lie, got to do it or die but in time they gonna ruin they lives.
Livin' that thug life, grippin' yo strap, mad and uptight.
Eyes open wide, ready to ride to survive or die.
And with that deadly mind set, that's what thug life is.
You either die or stretch, little homies don't die a wretch, no!
Fre and Gizmo, hiitin' flows to get souls.
So let's roll, to get yo's, up out of that ghetto and up out of that game, yall comin' up the same way.
Different times and days, aint nothin' changed, it's the same game.
Daddy Fre and Giz, ridin' with JRaw, Papa Semm, Swift and it's on. Priesthood and C.M.C.'s straight heated.
That's what's needed, we ain't got thug love, we got the love of Jesus.
Believers puttin' it down, seein' thugs freed up, givin' up the drink, the weed, the heat and the streets up.
So in the name I pray to the Father above, be a free thug.

chorus:
I wanna be free so free 4X
semi:
yeah yeah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
i'm on top of the world & it's a lot better the way i've been
i was sick & tired livin in the life of sin
never again will i do it i did in the past
i'll be the 1st to admit i was goin to fast
forget about the past now it's a memory
in spite of everything i did God remembered me
& i'll forever be greatful as long as i'm livin
doesn't matter if i have to go through armageddon
i ain't sweatin a thing i know who's in control
you could say what you wanna but i'ma take it slow
couldn't take it no more i turned my life over
into the hands of the one that i call Jehovah
took the weight off my shoulders & made my burden lighter
i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Jehovah Jirah
just a reminder it's only just begun
don't be stunned the best is yet to come
chorus:
I wanna be free so free 4X
swift:
yeah what what come on
you can lock me up with no key to be found
still i'm free as a bird to share the word of my sound
try to hymn a brotha up watch out
i use the word to cut 'em up no doubt
steppin in on the scene i feel they eyes on me
i don't fit in the scheme i feel they eyes on me
still my heart will stay clean so get your eyes off me
but let the freedom ring but you don't know what i mean
let me break it down into sections
as the Spirit of God brings correction
section 1 it ain't all about the physical
section 2 i praise God through this music yo
section 3 is that lives are changin
if you ain't down with that you need to exit the game
all i'm tryin to say is there's more to what you see
recognize there's a plan & it involves me
i'm free baby
chorus:
i wanna be free so free 4X
jraw
some people think i clown a lot
some people think that i'm way too real
some people think too much & don't care about the way i feel
i keeps it real uh
ya'll don't wanna see a young brotha gettin healed
& ya'll don't wanna see a young brotha gettin Blessed
so just confess
you'd rather see me stressed uh
i'm in pursuit of my happiness uh
got God in my head & my chest now
i ain't settlin for nothin less now
i'm on my quest for my spiritual best what
this ain't a test just handlin my business
where my people at can a brotha get a witness
i'm on your hitlist but it doesn't matter
radio don't wanna play this 'cause pockets gettin fatter
'cause all i wanna do is make you see
that i'm just gonna stay free
just bein me
chorus:
i wanna be free so free
i wanna be free free free
i wanna be free indeed