it s warrrrrr we are one we move as a unit this is our mic we are one killah priest we fight the ungodly with the righteous sword of justice and we will follow him all the days of our life we are one we move as a unit this is our mic we are one the plot was to stop the nazarene break up his black regime smash his dreams from being the greatest that rap has seen they laugh while scheming on ways to stop him having cream that s blasphemy to not mention his name in magazines luckily the young warrior had mad esteem he kept writing back in his lab he hit his pad extreme and in the midst of all the chaos he took half his team called em black market and maccabeez while the serpent use the worldly things to attract his queen broke his heart she played the part mary magdalene hissing his words that the other side of the grass was green but i ain t trying to hold you baby go ahead flap your wings gun in the waist of his baggy jeans stayed strapped yankee cap above his durag lean police that pass flash sirens outside his projects where the dealers push crack to fiends there he did some soul searching now he s back redeemed look at his album cover stained glass of the king wallpapers of gangsters hang up next to king solomon amen ra and king tut beneath that incense burns frank incense the fragrance of the prince priests the saint the angels fight in his defense light the hemp it s bright take a glimpse at the crouching statues within the tall fence of his castle i called on michael gabriel and uriel to pull me from hell a jury of twelve await my burial they said they want my great material my vision blurry can t tell i hear the bells near the church steeple where rafael awaits his fate break the curse of evil i m holding rosemary beads it s scary roll the hairy weed inside the blackberry leaves its cold but what worries me will my crew leave when they bury me come hurry see the brotherhood climbing a hillside at the fall of darkness the night arches over the projects as they speak of the legacy of priest the artist they share words of his hardship and he sung his psalms to a harpist his garment was blood soaked around his crown he wore halo of blunt smoke below his navel his guns poked so may this offering give your thoughts wings may it fly high start soaring pass the corpse of kings beyond the cloud scraping mountains travel the way of the falcon to a tucked away enchanted island you land see the ruins of his old palace the wide stone steps that leads to his throne you see his face made of hard stone he just sit there and zone my eyes are open but they re empty as the painted eyes on a doll walk inside the fog sit beside my catalog see his face it aged to something strange come in range upon his sculpture grows weed vines with small rosebuds so show love to the priest revelations and this is my salvations this is my salvation  king of mysteries who wast and art before the elements before the ages king eternal comely in aspect who reigns forever grant me three things keenness to discern your will wisdom to understand it courage to follow where it leads salvation isn t just about being saved from hell after you die it s also about being saved from yourself while you re still alive 