The 7 Crowns of God Killah Priest

[Verse 1]
Escorted to my torment, my pen opened up the coffin
It's horrid and quite awkward
Let's walk with, Walter, forward
See me trying on God's ornaments
The hooded King gleam like porcelain
Y'all seen the portrait in portions
It immolates greatness like 'The Offering'
Prince of the presence - The legend
To befriend, to call them brethrens
But that's dead when, you fill his ears with poisons
What's his origin? You're supposed to enjoy friends
But instead you try to exploit them
Now you trying to avoid them
Shape-shift your weed branches with fire
Blow out the negative gases, I rap with passion
Not for fashion, to provoke reaction
Your chances are slim for being shady
I'll have all of 'em relapsing, I spit classics
Open your mind and your mouth is where I fit the magic
Open the canvas of your thoughts is where I spit the graphics

[Hook] (x2)
A-alikes is like mind
A-alikes is like mind
Day and night I write rhymes
Day and night I write rhymes