Osirus Eyes

(Hook) What y'all niggas want? Go get your set Make y'all pussies run, Load up my Tek Attack like lions, Go straight at the neck Hyena niggas down, My paws on they chest Show you canines before we tear in your flesh Breathing down your face son, I can taste your death I know you're scared now, nigga, I see the sweat Razor sharp teeth, come close like Gillette I return like the Prodigal Son, Y'all can rest The arguing's done, rappers scared They marveled I've come Problem One; I can see why I'm startling some Because I come in peace but my apostles have guns Son of Man, in his glory with revolvers to lungs Now stand still witness the god while I rob you for funds I must say, Priest spits with a remarkable tongue Now let's us see what deep flows the Masada has brung Right before I get in my zone, I sit in my throne Then I lounge, one foot pivot while I'm spitting my poems My poetry so vivid it was written in stone They say Priest is some sort of mystic He speaks wisdom unknown I'm the poet blindfolded my queen's palms cover my ears So when I wrote this intuition was there My brain's a replica of Mecca My mind holds the secrets to Egypt But however I stay on some street shit I write the scrolls on a hundred skulls My cunning flow is stunning It's like you're blunted, has you under control Mumbling to yourself while I'm confronting your soul Priest, the deity meant to crumble the globe Behold a flow out of this world Throwing dollars at girls sliding on poles To diamonds and pearls Aligning of the stars Priest be Osiris rhyming My eylids marked around with black chalk Like Nas on his album cover I Am... Like Malcolm my brothers, let's take a stand Teachers, teacher and the angel came forth holding the scroll Given the offering tell us more he said I write street archives with deep dark eyes My meek heart cries When I see the murders beneath god's skies I record and lose the disk but we keep hard drives Ask Dreddy after the flow Show you where bodies are buried Worries cover the face of Reverend Jesse Just hold steady I'm 'bout to drop something old but heavy, ready? Before this rap all I knew was wrapping up grams Only tracks I knew was on the arms of Sam Nigga arm was like a pin cushion Y'all just starting but I been Brooklyn Central Booking '91 in the pen with hoodlums I sit still like I'm Teddy Pendergrass Which pen should I grab? My rhymes is like its portal I can see in the past Some say I'm immortal dark skin with a staff (Hook)