[Intro]
Hahaha, hahaha
Yeah, niggas, uh
It's Killah Priest a.k.a. Putting In Work, just call me Work for short, niggas
Thought I wouldn't be back me
Me and J-Ronin, [?] on the engineer
Nahmean, this is a Prelude to the Offering, niggas
I'm still here, yeah
It feels so good too
[Verse 1]
Beautiful displays of art, Priest the painter turns from plaintiff
Embrace pens and engrave my mark
My symbols, the owl, the virgin with child
The golden crown with crescent
With Star of David, the god spit bars that's sacred
It's Solomon ring, just follow him he's King
Who dares challenge my chalice?
You fools are spiritually empowered, lyrically get my pеn and pallets
I'm the black Othello from whеre they sell crack and broken ghettos (What up, son?)
'Til they ball the coke and kettle settles
The Messiah, I speak on higher level, shots are echoed
The old rebel with torn armor, brush off the rose petal
My gold will nestle in dime embezzles
When I'm rhyming from the hellhole, I wrestle devils
'Til I'm angel, down the poet
My flow's sick, the mic'll taste my cold spit
Priest, I hold it down, the letter, nigga
It's the letter, the letter
[Break]
The letter, uh
It feels so fucking good
Uh, Letter 2, niggas
I ain't giving up, niggas
Uh, yeah, The Offering, yo, yo
[Verse 2]
Yo, fuck Bush, we inside that honkies cookbook
And I'm his entrée, compliments from the cook
America's a boiling pot, shootouts, people calling cops
Everyday, shit jumping off, remember free stack summer [?]
Off the magic nowadays, freed from police captives
Or some assaults from each other when our gats clappin'
Quiet when the Priest is rapping
Read the closed caption, I bring you close to the action
Where shit be popping off, funerals are closed casket
Dark as the holster on my ratchet
Then let's toast on a flow noone else can match with
Or think ill as me, my brain's ability, photographic
We street color with tranquility
I'm the millipede, in your [?], y'all agree
I used to be a Killa Bee, but now I'm just a wildebeest
I used to be on Willoughby, now I'm in robes and thrones out in Sicily
Fuck selling crack, I want a continent on the map
The CIA was invented to suppress blacks
And Jesus is black, the Lord's tribes are black
Check it, my father's back now watch me wild on this track
It's Killah Priest, the illest from the East Coast
Motherfuckers can deep throat
Like Sav Killz said, "I'm old school like a peacoat", niggas
[Break]
Uh, yeah, let it thrash
Third letter
Uh, go in, nigga
Uh, yeah
[Verse 3]
Shorties on the block sellin' rock, [?] from cops
When will this shit stop, we need a break, freedom debate
Out fate lies in their hands, Malcolm X was a powerful man
The truth-seekers' hours at hand
'Cause "Got to be Real" by Cheryl Lynn
[?], banks are closing
Flows, blams and pieces golden
These are hood rhymes
Over breakbeats by Chic, it's"Good Times"
The coats we wore back then were made by sheep
It's Priest the palm reader
Two jaws of reefer and a ball of ether
"It's Not Over" by Loleatta Holloway
Revolvers, and spray dollars, get paid to hit men
Twenty G's on that judge's head
And fuck Arnold Schwarzenegger, I want that ass dead, yeah
Through the Heatwaves and "Boogie Nights"
Until the LA surgeons kiss, tuck you good night
Priest, the Edgar Allan Poe with the flow
Raw as the shit Tony Montana put up his nose
And what he took shots for and what God took Pac for
And what the dealers cook rocks for
I'm the Offering, I'm in the hood like
Being fried rice and four wings, know what I mean?
[Outro]
Uh, it's Priest, uh, uh
I'm in the hood like fried rice and four wings
This is a prelude, uh
See through the future, put your telescope out there, looks through it
You can see "The Offering" coming
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