[Killah Priest]
My stab wounds in a black moon, drizzling rain
Light and thunder over warehouse, she's picking my brain
___ came in, I'm blindfolded
Her voice remind me of some kind of Polish
Fall asleep, only wake about high voltage
My head back, Priest comes to us, smell explosives
Hear the words fading, let's blow this joint
What's the point? It's useless
I used my strength, squirming then I use my wrist
Grabbed the 2-5th off her hip
Someone balled their fist
Striking me like a Viking be
I hit the floor falling, someone asking for The Offering'
Painting's of St Francis, on the elegant canvas
Anglo-Saxon, heard the angels back then had back skin
But the Renaissance took original art then ripped it apart
But I brought it back through my albums, see son
From Coliseums to mausoleums, I bring it back to Revelations left off at
Death poor cats, the coloured glass, my album cover at last
Y'all rappers are not on my level
My state of mind can't be defined
Grace is mine through space and time
He's one of a kind, he stays divine
Back to it, they call her the Mary of Nazareth
Daughter of Zion, the second Eve
Around the altar of icons, the outer coast
Black Madonna, woman of valour and honour
Dressing mother, blessing the brother Priest
The Offering' now released, a masterpiece, masterpiece
