I Killah Priest

[Verse 1]
My crown of glory, you rappers y'all bore me
Seven billion stories, angels kneel before me
I build it for majority, seniority, I photography
Prophecy, my bread conceal maturity
The one man that's more than everyone, minority
I stare in the mirror and see infinity
Deep entities, galaxies and planets
A king leading infantry, I see immortals
Majestic, since boar head - the Caesar
The afros, the cornrows
I'm blessed with more flows
Just accept it, no homo
The holder of the rainbow and the volcano
Flows both fierce and precious
My garment alike, these are bar mitts I write
Like the Bar Mitzvah of Christ
Hare Krishna when I'm holding mics
Behold when I spit a sight
Israelite, I could spit death and hell
Dead body's skeletons inside a cold cells
Or the ringer of Church bells
The breaker of spells, the healer
Hopes life is well, the Killah
My raps come out of a shell
The pen hits, my mind click
Tongue led off hot nails
Crucifix, Judas' pix, you wanted to flow
The lifestyle, what if I had doe?
Y'all wanted the gold and all the ice now
I write down, what if I was rich?
None of y'all wouldn't exist
I'm convinced my son is a prince
Under my skin is wonder of men
Kingship, wings sprout pass the genes
Cover my clips; I'm strapped with mac-10's
That murder y'all demons