Deliverah Killah Priest

[Verse 1]
Jehovah-Rapha, [?], [?]
You never saw such compelling writer, Masada
The almighty [?] of [?]
I paint in this page with ink that’s been aged
Kept in the barrels of pharaoh, burn with the sage
Wizards and prophets
This kid from the project with logic
They call me the chief shepherd, the chosen one
Like the christ, the comforter, commander of light
Consuming fire through the wire, the writer
The [?] when I form the poem
The counselor [?], a quarter of Rome
My book is like a painting when I fall to the throne

[Hook]
The deliverer, the lyrical healer
The mic wielder
Desire of all nation
The second part of salvation
The orientation, the patience
The ages, the ancient bring him to greatness

The deliverer, the lyrical healer
The mic wielder
Desire of all nation
The second part of salvation
The orientation, the patience
The ages, the ancient bring him to greatness