Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Offering, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Offering, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Good Hands
Song language: English
The Offering |
He rules in the neighborhood he rules |
(Kids laughing) |
Huh try on your robe man yea it fits it fits me too |
I like this «Emperor"huh priesthood |
The offering is now brung to 'em |
Show us how you do this talent (what the fuck is this) |
It’s like this look |
Nonchalantly I plant the words in the brain like ganja seeds |
Horizontally the way I write Gandhi |
Beneath a palm tree’s calm breeze |
Like the summer in the late 40s before the mob kick in the door |
Of the Don squeezing automatic tommys a blaze of glory |
That’s how he lays a lamp shade Duke Ellington played |
The screen start to fade cut end the story (cut, cut, cut) |
Yo the next one opens up soda cups |
A bottle of grey goose in a room full of applejacks hats |
Cock ace deuce sam remo laced boots tapping the floor |
A lit cigar goons got my pops liemmed up with gats to his jaw |
He said «where is the child that said to come from the Nile |
Now in the PJs"he paused and freebased did a line (snnnniff) |
«Not to be sublime but the kid is ahead of his time |
He turns Kool Aid into red wine |
Besides that he professes |
He should be the next king of BK (sniff) |
Besides KANE BIG and JAY |
GZA was underrated but still |
The word from the genius was the best stated» |
I ain’t scared to say it back in the day we had groups |
Like the DIS MASTERS rest in peace MIKE SKI |
Part time hustler ruled to me DIVINE SOUNDS DISCO RICHE and SHELDON DEE |
I take it back what people do for money |
Money money money the offering |
(Razah Hook) 2X |
Pay your tithes and your offerings |
This goes out to my niggas in them closed coffins |
O Gs who was coke snorting on death row |
Dead men walking and them mothers never had abortions |
I come to bring y’all ass whippings |
Rappers this y’all disaster |
As it’s written he is risen with mac slugs |
AK shells a mask and gloves |
They made their Hell |
A basket thug and hollowed be thy tip |
Anoint your forehead and empty a clip |
For the average y’all spit |
And I hold my pen like a syringe |
Inject my paper with the thoughts of a gangster |
Scene 3 |
Bullets sail threw his Tuxedo |
He fall for dead in the corner of the cathedral |
Doves flock to the ceiling chirping |
The murder of the godfather |
It’s just my version a tied turban |
Rest on the god’s dome |
Science study the structures of my jaw bone |
It’s similar to the great pharaohs |
But I dealt with the streets and space travel |
Big Priest from the ace apple |
(Razah Hook) 2X |
(Talking) |
See the offering is pureness straight up hip hop |
That’s what I’m giving you know |
(Yo hold up man yo priest what happen to peace) |
O o yea peace peace peace peace peace |
Words of the don Leo Angel |