Where’s the Offering Killah Priest

(Evil Priest)
And you think that you could do that?
Well I got you Mr. Priest now
You're subject to me

[Killah Priest]
My stab wounds in a black moon, drizzling rain
Light and thunder over a warehouse, she's picking my brain
Truth serum kicking in, I'm blindfolded
Her voice remind me of some kind of Polish
Falling asleep only waken by high voltage
My head back, Priest comes to us, I smell explosives
Hear the words fading - "Let's blow this joint"
"What's the point?" "It's useless"
I use my strength, squirming then I loose my wrist
Grab the 2/5 off her hip, someone balled their fist
Striking mе like if I could be - I hit the floor falling
Somеone's asking for the Offering
Paintings of St. Francis, on an elegant canvas
Anglo-Saxon, heard the angels back then had black skin
But the Renaissance, took the original art and ripped it apart
But I brought it back through my albums
See son, from coliseums, to mausoleums
I bring it back to where Revelations left off at
Death caught cats, the colored glass
My album cover at last
Ya rapper's are not on my level
My state of mind can't be defined
Grace is mine, through space in time
He's one of a kind, he stays divine
Back to her they call it the Mariam of Nazareth
Daughters of Zion, the second Eve
Around the altar of icons, the outer coast
The Black Madonna, women of valor and honor
Bless it mother, bless it the brother Priest
The Offering's now released
A masterpiece, masterpiece