The 7 Crowns Of God Songtext / Lyric

(Killah Priest)

Escorted to my torment, my pen opened up the coffin

It's horrid, its quiet awkward, let's walk wit Walter

Forward, see me tryin' on God's ornaments

The hoody King gleam like porcelain

Y'all seen the portrait in portions

It immolates greatness like 'The Offering'

Prince of the presence the Legend

To befriend, to callin' 'em bredrins

But that's dead win, you fill his ears wit poisons

What's this origin? You suppose to enjoy friends

But instead you try to exploit them

Now you tryna avoid them

Shape-shift your weed branches wit fire

Blow out the negative gases, I rap wit passion

Not for fashion, to provoke reaction

Your chances are Slim for being Shady

I'll have all of EM (imen) Relapsen', I spit classics

Open ya mind and ya mouth is where I fit the magic

Open the canvas of your thoughts is where I spit the graphics

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(Hook) 2x

A-alikes is like mine

A-alikes is like mine

Day & night I write rhymes

Day & night I write rhymes

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(Killah Priest)

I'm chasin' destiny, past my future

It's therapy, telepathy

Look at my face, see a ruler

One day ridin' my scooter

The wheels came off became horses

The seat became a chariot

My yard into a fortress

I'm sittin' off a cliff

The sky open, begin talkin'

Tellin' me my fortunes

Sayin' I should be hit wit stones

They should break my bones

Leave me on the ground and die all alone

Bud out ya bones, I will stack it like LEGOS

The dirt I will stretch it out like Play-Doh

And form a body, then breathe the breath of life

You will be ressurected wit mics, then form a hex wit light

There will be no copies, you are mine

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(Hook) 2x

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(Killah Priest)

Now hold on let me explain, God captured Greatness

Shaped into a form of a brain, I was born to be a King

'The Offering' it was drawn into a frame

But this time adore me wit rings

Not gold rings but rings around Saturn

Check the pattern, off rhymes I wrote

And that I mastered in

Ok he mix Greatness wit immortality

And added God morality

A throne spoke the name of Priest

From a palace on the mountain right off the sea

It said the 'Psychic World of Walter Reed'

I perform lyrical sorcery

God's tailors made my regalia

Lightning from my fringes

And thunder for embroidery

My hand that candles offers two CDs

The secret private life of plants

The diligent and militant

Commodity and colonies of ants

The spiritual and telekinetic mind of children

All rolled up in rhymes that are chilling

Black Lost Tribes of Israel

Official wit bars of truth

Chopped up in crystal, no fishscales

Baking powder of Satan power, devoured

Pots of boiling water of Torah

Tho the dragon wit his legions of demons screamin'

In my coke kettles of slaughter

Place a capsule of your rap dudes to take back to school

This is something to relapse to

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(Hook) 2x