Текст песни I

[Killah Priest] My crown of glory, you rappers y'all bore me Seven billion stories, angels kneel before me I build it for majority, seniority, I photography Prophecy, my bread conceal maturity The one man that's more than everyone, minority I stare in the mirror and see infinity Deep entities, galaxies and planets A king leading infantry, I see immortals Majestic, since boar head - the Caesar The afros, the cornrows I'm blessed with more flows Just accept it, no homo The holder of the rainbow and the volcano Flows both fierce and precious My garment alike, these are bar mitts I write Like the Bar Mitzvah of Christ Hare Krishna when I'm holding mics Behold when I spit a sight Israelite, I could spit death and hell Dead body's skeletons inside a cold cells Or the ringer of Church bells The breaker of spells, the healer Hopes life is well, the Killah My raps come out of a shell The pen hits, my mind click Tongue led off hot nails Crucifix, Judas' pix, you wanted to flow The lifestyle, what if I had doe? Y'all wanted the gold and all the ice now I write down, what if I was rich? None of y'all wouldn't exist I'm convinced my son is a prince Under my skin is wonder of men Kingship, wings sprout pass the genes Cover my clips; I'm strapped with mac-10's That murder y'all demons The suffering poet, the ladder to Imhotep From the grave of Joseph, the journey like Moses The mercy of Jehovah, thou requirements From my higher intelligence, from my wars in heaven The Lord is my Shepherd, born again Draw my weapon, days of longing Strong within, over grave that's storming I descend and sit in my throne Out of hells catacomb, the ladder of stones The castle, I prepare my rhythm and poems Take off these chains, Priest speaks 700 names No one is the same, until redemption My rhyme concealment to the time of revealing Intertwine, smell the hemp scent Smoke the weed that's growing in my thoughts I stand next to the Pale Horse The captive emcee, the sleeping prophet Rappers forcing the end, calling on the comet Rhymes are atomic from out of God's department Topic, my head is the cave of four winds The plague, I draw with the pen Armaged' I saw with my lens I stand in front of you all Divided by a Red Sea walls Look ahead I see shores Walter Reed, peace, I endure There, where there's no vacant place or an empty place Gases avoid, I started with the one thought asteroid Eye lids open up, solar flux, burdens uncoiled In this formless mind, the asteroids erupt The small rocks blew up into dust I said to my son, my son said to me That we gather my beam, behold I am the three The trinity, the words said to myself, let us form a rhyme My spirit moved across my mind We debated for days with wordplays And the word became flesh when I entered the text Enter my page thru no sex The rap conception, immaculate My rap's to die for, the lost lessons Crucified the rhyme, to rise in three minutes A new sentence was invented My rap's adventure is endless My poetry is strong, my art's pure But my heart and my rap is relentless Not to get religious but these rhymes are pictures Vivid as Black August or historical scriptures For listeners and visionists From the carving of the rhymes talk Awakens an ancient force Imprisoned in my poem's source Zone, no limit in the realms of thought Unborns must die Loosen up the saddle of the ghost horse galloping in the sky Divinity track lucky seven, infinity's back God codes been broke, now the memory's zappedKillah Priest - I - http://ru.motolyrics.com/killah-priest/i-lyrics.html