[00:00.12](Killah Priest)
[00:12.24]Alien abduction, crack pipe seduction
[00:15.12]His ***** lip proceed to see *****t for tellin' what's coming
[00:18.36]Malachi York talk, see Pale horses runnin'
[00:21.45]Gray clouds gather over slave, child, and master
[00:24.51]*****ies cap turn to a crown, royal pen fell
[00:27.63]Laid down this chapters
[00:29.10]Red carpet hurling from God's hands
[00:31.32]Out of heaven's projects, 900 worlds before me
[00:34.71]It's no objects, (nope) my six inner eyes foresee so cosmic
[00:39.00]My heart beats outside of my chest
[00:41.04]To be king these fools, to be lied on my death
[00:43.65]God energy hides in my breath
[00:45.72]I spit, see divinity colliding with flesh
[00:48.51]I speak jewels after diamonds are pressed
[00:50.76]Inside my skulls are all the bodies of Orion compressed
[00:53.82]Now come bless
[00:54.63](Hook) 2x
[00:59.94]To be king - the child, his death, his glory
[01:02.94]To be king - the word of mouth, his teks, the story
[01:05.46](Killah Priest)
[01:05.79]My bars artery bleeds photography
[01:07.83]See the artistry in galleries of galaxies and odyssey
[01:11.40]Unroll the scrolls of dark prophecies
[01:13.62]On top of black gothic pew
[01:15.36]Reporting crimes that *****ft the globe
[01:17.64]Priest, the fallen rise, his Book of Job
[01:20.43]They said toxins finally took his toll
[01:22.71]But look behold
[01:23.91]I take you on a Brooklyn stroll
[01:25.71]A street kid to a king in robe
[01:28.02]Since a shorty throwin' dreams I hold
[01:30.27]I'm having strange diagnoses when I'm writing hopeless
[01:33.30]I focus, rhymes are drug, potion potent
[01:36.06]I fill my blood with a dosage
[01:37.86]I see cop cars clapping at convicts, in hot pursuits
[01:41.82]*****s shooting burners and hiring prostitute
[01:44.49]High heels, dark corners, Timb boots
[01:47.13]Dealer with lots of loot
[01:48.69]Demon in amour suits
[01:50.04]Houses, barnyards fill with militia groups
[01:52.62]I also see a thousand palaces in the sky
[01:55.68]My third-eye unchain a phoenix bird, fly
[01:58.29]I see hundred of prophets in my conscious
[02:00.54]Reaching for my palm thru a fence
[02:02.61]Than read the psalm, you a prince
[02:04.35](Hook) 2x
[02:10.11](Killah Priest)
[02:17.34]My rap's bad poof for baptizing gangstas as old school
[02:21.21]*****s and killas, rocking gold jewels
[02:23.04]Visual pro-tools, tryptamine sixteen
[02:26.25]Xanax, hands a sketch, orbit trip
[02:28.71]Hieroglyphs across ya eye lids screens
[02:31.17]Livest kings, rise of the machine
[02:33.69]The manatees, gold body
[02:35.37]Volts run thru us, Pope's Godly
[02:37.38]His heart beats like God walk thru the streets
[02:40.38]The three Killah P trilogy
[02:42.36]Stoneheart of Mozart, flow's dark
[02:44.91]Blows wizardry, gold frames
[02:46.92]Flow on the stained glasses, break it into fragments
[02:50.34]On this canvas from the carving of the dragon
[02:53.19]Blasting the futuristic model magnum
[02:55.71]The hollow's atom, the Red Sea under red sky
[02:59.10]The Blood King, Young Jedi
[03:00.99]The fire and the blood rise, shoot outs his eyes and his mouth
[03:04.65]Devour all, power fall from the outer laws of the universe
[03:08.49]I shoot a verse, bring down his walls
[03:10.47]Spread the flower for his morgue

(Killah Priest)
Alien abduction, crack pipe seduction
His ***** lip proceed to see *****t for tellin' what's coming
Malachi York talk, see Pale horses runnin'
Gray clouds gather over slave, child, and master
*****ies cap turn to a crown, royal pen fell
Laid down this chapters
Red carpet hurling from God's hands
Out of heaven's projects, 900 worlds before me
It's no objects, (nope) my six inner eyes foresee so cosmic
My heart beats outside of my chest
To be king these fools, to be lied on my death
God energy hides in my breath
I spit, see divinity colliding with flesh
I speak jewels after diamonds are pressed
Inside my skulls are all the bodies of Orion compressed
Now come bless
(Hook) 2x
To be king - the child, his death, his glory
To be king - the word of mouth, his teks, the story
(Killah Priest)
My bars artery bleeds photography
See the artistry in galleries of galaxies and odyssey
Unroll the scrolls of dark prophecies
On top of black gothic pew
Reporting crimes that *****ft the globe
Priest, the fallen rise, his Book of Job
They said toxins finally took his toll
But look behold
I take you on a Brooklyn stroll
A street kid to a king in robe
Since a shorty throwin' dreams I hold
I'm having strange diagnoses when I'm writing hopeless
I focus, rhymes are drug, potion potent
I fill my blood with a dosage
I see cop cars clapping at convicts, in hot pursuits
*****s shooting burners and hiring prostitute
High heels, dark corners, Timb boots
Dealer with lots of loot
Demon in amour suits
Houses, barnyards fill with militia groups
I also see a thousand palaces in the sky
My third-eye unchain a phoenix bird, fly
I see hundred of prophets in my conscious
Reaching for my palm thru a fence
Than read the psalm, you a prince
(Hook) 2x
(Killah Priest)
My rap's bad poof for baptizing gangstas as old school
*****s and killas, rocking gold jewels
Visual pro-tools, tryptamine sixteen
Xanax, hands a sketch, orbit trip
Hieroglyphs across ya eye lids screens
Livest kings, rise of the machine
The manatees, gold body
Volts run thru us, Pope's Godly
His heart beats like God walk thru the streets
The three Killah P trilogy
Stoneheart of Mozart, flow's dark
Blows wizardry, gold frames
Flow on the stained glasses, break it into fragments
On this canvas from the carving of the dragon
Blasting the futuristic model magnum
The hollow's atom, the Red Sea under red sky
The Blood King, Young Jedi
The fire and the blood rise, shoot outs his eyes and his mouth
Devour all, power fall from the outer laws of the universe
I shoot a verse, bring down his walls
Spread the flower for his morgue