Killah Priest - The Offering lyrics

rate me

He rules in the neighborhood he rules

Huh try on your robe man yea it fits it fits me too

I like this "Emperor" huh priesthood

The offering is now brung to 'em

Show us how you do this talent (what the fuck is this)

It's like this look

Nonchalantly I plant the words in the brain like ganja seeds

Horizontally the way I write Gandhi

Beneath a palm tree's calm breeze

Like the summer in the late 40s before the mob kick in the door

Of the Don squeezing automatic tommys a blaze of glory

That's how he lays a lamp shade Duke Ellington played

The screen start to fade cut end the story (cut, cut, cut)

Yo the next one opens up soda cups

A bottle of grey goose in a room full of applejacks hats

Cock ace deuce sam remo laced boots tapping the floor

A lit cigar goons got my pops liemmed up with gats to his jaw

He said "where is the child that said to come from the Nile

Now in the PJs" he paused and freebased did a line (snnnniff)

"Not to be sublime but the kid is ahead of his time

He turns Kool Aid into red wine

Besides that he professes

He should be the next king of BK (sniff)

Besides KANE BIG and JAY

GZA was underrated but still

The word from the genius was the best stated"

I ain't scared to say it back in the day we had groups

Like the DIS MASTERS rest in peace MIKE SKI

Part time hustler ruled to me

DIVINE SOUNDS DISCO RICHE and SHELDON DEE

I take it back what people do for money

Money money money the offering

Pay your tithes and your offerings

This goes out to my niggas in them closed coffins

O Gs who was coke snorting on death row

Dead men walking and them mothers never had abortions

I come to bring y'all ass whippings

Rappers this y'all disaster

As it's written he is risen with mac slugs

AK shells a mask and gloves

They made their Hell

A basket thug and hollowed be thy tip

Anoint your forehead and empty a clip

For the average y'all spit

And I hold my pen like a syringe

Inject my paper with the thoughts of a gangster

Scene 3

Bullets sail threw his Tuxedo

He fall for dead in the corner of the cathedral

Doves flock to the ceiling chirping

The murder of the godfather

It's just my version a tied turban

Rest on the god's dome

Science study the structures of my jaw bone

It's similar to the great pharaohs

But I dealt with the streets and space travel

Big Priest from the ace apple

See the offering is pureness straight up hip hop

That's what I'm giving you know

(Yo hold up man yo priest what happen to peace)

O o yea peace peace peace peace peace

Words of the don Leo Angel