k**ah Priest - The 7 Crowns of God lyrics

(k**ah 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 pa**ion Not for fashion, to provoke reaction Your chances are Slim for being Shady I'll have all of EM (imen) Relapsen', I spit cla**ics Open ya mind and ya mouth is where I fit the magic Open the canvas of your thoughts is where I spit the graphics - (Hook) 2x A-alikes is like mine A-alikes is like mine Day & night I write rhymes Day & night I write rhymes - (k**ah 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 - (Hook) 2x - (k**ah 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 - (Hook) 2x