[Intro: Killah Priest]   Good evening ladies and gentlemen   Welcome to +Priesthood+   If you purchased this album from a store   Or you got a copy from a friend   You about to witness one of hip hop's greatest secrets   That the record industry tried to hide   Due to lack of promotion and scandalous intentions   Priest was forced to take his album underground   And now he will no longer suffer   Reviewing this album, you gotta ask yourself why   Look at every song, and I'mma let you decide   He is one of the greatest MC's, ever to roam this planet      [Killah Priest]   Father forgive me, it's the Henny or Remi   Or maybe it's the many of fame, this world planted in me   When I was just a child, I was misunderstood   Til I saw your finger in the cloud, I was picked from the hood   I was in the myst of a crowd, when shit wasn't good   Til I heard your voice out loud, then I lifted it good   Doctors wouldn't tell me, the teachers would often fail me   And for a grown child, that shit, just wasn't healthy   When the bitches hadn't dealt me, never planned to help me   But now I'm a man, I understand what's really wealthy   It's not about how much tuition you got in your bank   But it's bout how much ammunition that I got in my tank   Yeah, yeah, now y'all scarred 'cause I'm talkin revolution   What ya rather see me dead by a fuckin execution   If y'all probably go to bed, 'cause it's less confusion   All your see in yo head, is my electricution   But I'm comin back, and this time I'm strapped   And fuck +The Law+, 'cause I'm bustin my gat   And I'm wanted by y'all, and my niggas know that   'cause once they fire, my niggas shoot back   And straight up on some real shit, I'm a lyrical jewel   Ask a wall in the air, and pay ya spiritual dues   Fuck the B.A.'s, 'cause nigga suck a dick   And all ya rabbling backstab, I'm not fuckin wit   Aiyo fuck poppi' collars, I'd rather cock the revolver   And have ya momma cryin, while ya sister's watchin them dollars   I'm one of the best, next to 'Face and Jay, Nas, 'Pac and Poppa   You can say Priest or Masada, fasada, motherfucker, +Blackball Me+      [Chorus: Killah Priest]   +Blackball Me+, ya just +Blackball Me+   +Blackball Me+, motherfucker, +Blackball Me+      [Killah Priest]   So, fuck those critics, I ain't got no religious   What ya thought, ya act suspicious, but ya get it   So chill wit it, plus nothin of y'all, ever been in my shoes   Ya probably, play wit a doll, when I payin my dues   That's the type of shit that darkens my heart   Where was y'all motherfuckers when Marcus got shot?   Where was y'all when the guns sparked up my block?   Where was y'all when my sister, was coppin those rocks?   Where was y'all when Pooh fell in my arms?   I had to drag him out the buildin, when them niggas was gone   Where was y'all when that nigga, put a gun to my chest?   Pulled the trigger, but no fuckin bullets was left   What ya figure, that my life was filled wit happiness   Ya wrong, I tell you for real and not the fake stories   Ya can get mad and +Blackball Me+, motherfucker      [Outro: Killah Priest]   +Blackball Me+ (5X)   +Blackball Me+ niggas, +Blackball Me+   Ya know ya bad motherfuckers, +Blackball Me+, +Blackball Me+   +Blackball Me+, +Blackball Me+   I still come back, motherfucker   It's time, motherfucker   Now you left me to judge, fuckin critics   Monkey judge, fuckin wit a muthafuckin prison   'cause at the end I'mma see you redemption   Believe that, why tell the truth to Allah...   +Blackball Me+ motherfuckers...      [Movie Sample]   Many people feel haunted   By what they call evidence of evil forces in the world   They see genocide, senseless violence, plagues   And they blame demons, or the Devil himself   They believe that demonic spirits can actually possess a human body   And that only rituals of exorcism   Can lift the possessed from the darkest regions of the unexplained