The 7 Crowns of God

[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 [Verse 2] I'm chasing destiny, past my future, it's therapy Telepathy, look at my face, see a ruler One day riding my scooter, the wheels came off, became horses The seat became a chariot, my yard into a fortress I'm sitting off a cliff, the sky open, begin talking Telling me my fortune, saying I should be hit with stones They should break my bones Leave me on the ground and die all alone Bud out your bones I will stack it like Legos The dirt I will stretch it out like Play-Doh And form a body, then breathe the breath of life You will be resurrected with mics Then form a hex with light There will be no copies, you are mine [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3] Now hold on, let me explain God captured greatness, shaped it into a form of a brain I was born to be king, 'The Offering' was drawn in the flame But this time adore me with rings Not gold rings, but rings around Saturn Check the pattern Of rhymes I wrote, and that I mastered in Okay, he mix greatness with immortality And added God morality A throne spoke the name of Priest From a palace on the mountain right off the sea It said the 'Psychic World of Walter Reed' I perform lyrical sorcery God's tailors made my regalia Lightning from my fringes, and thunder for embroidery My hand that candles, offers two CDs The secret private life of plants The diligent and militant, commodity and colonies of ants The spiritual and telekinetic mind of children All rolled up in rhymes that are chilling Black Lost Tribes of Israel, official With bars of truth Chopped up in crystal, no fishscales Baking powder of Satan power, devoured Pots of boiling water of Torah Though the dragon with his legion of demons screaming In my coke kettles of slaughter Place a capsule of your rap dudes to take back to school This is something to relapse to [Hook] (x2)