The Spell Lyrics

The Spell - Killah Priest

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The candle burns next to a silver bowl, above that

A portrait of a killer known of formerly as a priest

Ceremony ceased tabernacle released

700 jackals loose in the streets

The ashes of his enemies blow under his feet

Thunder and sleet blow doors open, in the cathedral

The candles go out-the portrait open his mouth-spit

Apocalypse, dark mist drift past MCs with blood on their head

Sworn for the dead, spread the skies out like an endless table cloth

Chop ya legs both off, stable you in the navel with a pitchfork

This is witch talk-warlock rhymes with boss hog grimes

Snatch outcha mind-put it at the end of ya spine

Brush ya teeth with my nine-who wanna battle

Let’s take a raffle

I’ll meet you with a scalpel, slice ya Adam’s apple

Never disturb the dead-ya bones are spread

Poems are said, Ouija board spells out

Priest Of War, you’ll be eaten by my sword

The man unfinished I throw you in god’s prison

You do a sentence of repentance

There’s no remembrance of forgiveness, my torture’s endless

Inches for inches, I’m relentless

I go into heaven, kick the gates in

Fight angels-get you to shake

Drag ya ass out by ya halo up that street paved with gold

Then I throw yo ass back to the globe

See I own ya soul, you go to hell

I fight against bats just to get you back

I wrestle devils, run through fire

Kill demons just to finish ya beatin’

While ya friends still grievin’

I’m worse than death, I’m worse than pain

My lyrics kill again and again

Liliths kiss you, take you to the cave near the red sea

Where the skeleton remains of the dead MCs

Ya flesh leave depression proceeds

Walk down my stairs of echo, within my ring of Texas chainsaws

You came as war, came with the devil

Leviathan fiery breath breathed upon you

The planet’s my footstool

The king of Gog and Magog, the great grandsons of Nimrod

Sacrifice his limbs to my god

When they buried Medusa she left a graveyard full of statues

Which rap would you choose?

Which axe shall I use?

Witch hunt the devil asked for you

Tie you to a stake

Like Joan of Arc-these forms of art

Of galleries are different ways of ya casualties

You die violently!

I write with a violent pen

Someone like I’m tattin’ ya skin

When I spit the entire Vatican cringe

I’m back for you again

Let the bats ascendI come from hell’s wide mouth

I got you! Now I cry out

Sittin’ on the strange tree-It’s the great wise owl

Join me in The Land of Howls