The Offering (Intro) 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Offering (Intro) |
| 歌手 | Killah Priest |
| 专辑 | The Offering |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Harper, Reed | |
| UHHHHH | |
| This is it huh? (Greetings?) | |
| The Offering which you was telling me about? | |
| What are they brining? | |
| Their candles are lit, they walk in burning incense sticks | |
| Holding their camels' head low while presenting their gift | |
| (Your offering sir) | |
| Exotic animals, perfumed oils, gold for the Prince | |
| For the King dynasties your faced carved out a cliff | |
| "Well done! " | |
| I do the honors and call all you friends | |
| In this ceremony of peace, here's the Priest Offering | |
| Shootouts, drugs, liquor stores, broken projects | |
| Where niggas jet... D's predict a war, I jog up my steps | |
| I hear "Freeze! nigga hit the floor! " A yard from my rest | |
| I drop my keys, someone clicked the door, I jumped in the apartment | |
| I swear my heart left that time I dodged death | |
| I said "God Bless" | |
| Salute the gamblers, one shuffled up a card deck | |
| Ran in the room, dice game going on | |
| Ice chain, folded arms | |
| Niggas in a cipha one dude low | |
| Throw them bones across the floor 'cause my thoughts of wars | |
| Is going fast, I ran in, frantic, panic, damage, | |
| I paint Sanskrit across my canvas, outlandish | |
| Watch the constellations take shape | |
| My conscious elevate like binoculars | |
| Eye on the great space probing along the face of the deep | |
| To below on Earth where the cops chases the creeps and the thieves | |
| "Priest lead us out of hell like Moses" | |
| Pass the snakes, all the vultures, the Greek sculptures | |
| On the court buildings, chalk ceilings with cross revealings | |
| The Lost Children they keep oppressing us this the Exodus | |
| Cops arresting us so press your luck | |
| Peace and togetherness forever kids | |
| Imperative we free our heritage flee from the devilish and habitat | |
| Black on black crimes and crack 9s we clap | |
| They cuff your wrist behind your back | |
| The ghettos infested with drugs and police | |
| A wino with no teeth rose and said "Priest, go preach! " | |
| He had flames in his eyes, told me it wasn't from wine | |
| Opened his arms then showed me his signs then read my mind | |
| Said yea I look familiar you saw me when you stared in the mirror | |
| Drop off his dusty blanket | |
| And what was standing there was a King's ancient royal robes | |
| With diamonds and rubies, God's beauty, life's truly a blessing | |
| In my essence (Priest) I slide the lid back off my coffin | |
| This happens often before I started speaking, I start coughing | |
| Then I said I'm back with another classic called the Offering | |
| It started storming and hailing | |
| The church start reeling the preacher falling over the pew | |
| Peep another view I'm writing lyrics while fighting spirits they poking pitchforks | |
| A hooker lip gloss smears on my cheek she threw her kiss off | |
| While trying to stick a dagger through the Priest | |
| Beyond the offering see the elephants come in | |
| This is the offering | |
| It starts off I used to finger paint While in class | |
| The teacher sorted me to see a shrink, 'cause my craft | |
| Was sorta different from the other students for instance when I would color | |
| I would cut my finger smear the blood to describe a slain hustler | |
| The painted brothers was seen in my drawing then that got boring | |
| Then I moved to pictures with glitter on glue | |
| A book of rhymes of street niggas I knew roasting | |
| My brain's turning on the spit slow motion | |
| Flames are lit within in my skull there's a thousand bulbs | |
| Rotisserie shit lyrics I can't get warm I'm too piping hot |
| zuo ci : Harper, Reed | |
| UHHHHH | |
| This is it huh? Greetings? | |
| The Offering which you was telling me about? | |
| What are they brining? | |
| Their candles are lit, they walk in burning incense sticks | |
| Holding their camels' head low while presenting their gift | |
| Your offering sir | |
| Exotic animals, perfumed oils, gold for the Prince | |
| For the King dynasties your faced carved out a cliff | |
| " Well done! " | |
| I do the honors and call all you friends | |
| In this ceremony of peace, here' s the Priest Offering | |
| Shootouts, drugs, liquor stores, broken projects | |
| Where niggas jet... D' s predict a war, I jog up my steps | |
| I hear " Freeze! nigga hit the floor! " A yard from my rest | |
| I drop my keys, someone clicked the door, I jumped in the apartment | |
| I swear my heart left that time I dodged death | |
| I said " God Bless" | |
| Salute the gamblers, one shuffled up a card deck | |
| Ran in the room, dice game going on | |
| Ice chain, folded arms | |
| Niggas in a cipha one dude low | |
| Throw them bones across the floor ' cause my thoughts of wars | |
| Is going fast, I ran in, frantic, panic, damage, | |
| I paint Sanskrit across my canvas, outlandish | |
| Watch the constellations take shape | |
| My conscious elevate like binoculars | |
| Eye on the great space probing along the face of the deep | |
| To below on Earth where the cops chases the creeps and the thieves | |
| " Priest lead us out of hell like Moses" | |
| Pass the snakes, all the vultures, the Greek sculptures | |
| On the court buildings, chalk ceilings with cross revealings | |
| The Lost Children they keep oppressing us this the Exodus | |
| Cops arresting us so press your luck | |
| Peace and togetherness forever kids | |
| Imperative we free our heritage flee from the devilish and habitat | |
| Black on black crimes and crack 9s we clap | |
| They cuff your wrist behind your back | |
| The ghettos infested with drugs and police | |
| A wino with no teeth rose and said " Priest, go preach! " | |
| He had flames in his eyes, told me it wasn' t from wine | |
| Opened his arms then showed me his signs then read my mind | |
| Said yea I look familiar you saw me when you stared in the mirror | |
| Drop off his dusty blanket | |
| And what was standing there was a King' s ancient royal robes | |
| With diamonds and rubies, God' s beauty, life' s truly a blessing | |
| In my essence Priest I slide the lid back off my coffin | |
| This happens often before I started speaking, I start coughing | |
| Then I said I' m back with another classic called the Offering | |
| It started storming and hailing | |
| The church start reeling the preacher falling over the pew | |
| Peep another view I' m writing lyrics while fighting spirits they poking pitchforks | |
| A hooker lip gloss smears on my cheek she threw her kiss off | |
| While trying to stick a dagger through the Priest | |
| Beyond the offering see the elephants come in | |
| This is the offering | |
| It starts off I used to finger paint While in class | |
| The teacher sorted me to see a shrink, ' cause my craft | |
| Was sorta different from the other students for instance when I would color | |
| I would cut my finger smear the blood to describe a slain hustler | |
| The painted brothers was seen in my drawing then that got boring | |
| Then I moved to pictures with glitter on glue | |
| A book of rhymes of street niggas I knew roasting | |
| My brain' s turning on the spit slow motion | |
| Flames are lit within in my skull there' s a thousand bulbs | |
| Rotisserie shit lyrics I can' t get warm I' m too piping hot |
| zuò cí : Harper, Reed | |
| UHHHHH | |
| This is it huh? Greetings? | |
| The Offering which you was telling me about? | |
| What are they brining? | |
| Their candles are lit, they walk in burning incense sticks | |
| Holding their camels' head low while presenting their gift | |
| Your offering sir | |
| Exotic animals, perfumed oils, gold for the Prince | |
| For the King dynasties your faced carved out a cliff | |
| " Well done! " | |
| I do the honors and call all you friends | |
| In this ceremony of peace, here' s the Priest Offering | |
| Shootouts, drugs, liquor stores, broken projects | |
| Where niggas jet... D' s predict a war, I jog up my steps | |
| I hear " Freeze! nigga hit the floor! " A yard from my rest | |
| I drop my keys, someone clicked the door, I jumped in the apartment | |
| I swear my heart left that time I dodged death | |
| I said " God Bless" | |
| Salute the gamblers, one shuffled up a card deck | |
| Ran in the room, dice game going on | |
| Ice chain, folded arms | |
| Niggas in a cipha one dude low | |
| Throw them bones across the floor ' cause my thoughts of wars | |
| Is going fast, I ran in, frantic, panic, damage, | |
| I paint Sanskrit across my canvas, outlandish | |
| Watch the constellations take shape | |
| My conscious elevate like binoculars | |
| Eye on the great space probing along the face of the deep | |
| To below on Earth where the cops chases the creeps and the thieves | |
| " Priest lead us out of hell like Moses" | |
| Pass the snakes, all the vultures, the Greek sculptures | |
| On the court buildings, chalk ceilings with cross revealings | |
| The Lost Children they keep oppressing us this the Exodus | |
| Cops arresting us so press your luck | |
| Peace and togetherness forever kids | |
| Imperative we free our heritage flee from the devilish and habitat | |
| Black on black crimes and crack 9s we clap | |
| They cuff your wrist behind your back | |
| The ghettos infested with drugs and police | |
| A wino with no teeth rose and said " Priest, go preach! " | |
| He had flames in his eyes, told me it wasn' t from wine | |
| Opened his arms then showed me his signs then read my mind | |
| Said yea I look familiar you saw me when you stared in the mirror | |
| Drop off his dusty blanket | |
| And what was standing there was a King' s ancient royal robes | |
| With diamonds and rubies, God' s beauty, life' s truly a blessing | |
| In my essence Priest I slide the lid back off my coffin | |
| This happens often before I started speaking, I start coughing | |
| Then I said I' m back with another classic called the Offering | |
| It started storming and hailing | |
| The church start reeling the preacher falling over the pew | |
| Peep another view I' m writing lyrics while fighting spirits they poking pitchforks | |
| A hooker lip gloss smears on my cheek she threw her kiss off | |
| While trying to stick a dagger through the Priest | |
| Beyond the offering see the elephants come in | |
| This is the offering | |
| It starts off I used to finger paint While in class | |
| The teacher sorted me to see a shrink, ' cause my craft | |
| Was sorta different from the other students for instance when I would color | |
| I would cut my finger smear the blood to describe a slain hustler | |
| The painted brothers was seen in my drawing then that got boring | |
| Then I moved to pictures with glitter on glue | |
| A book of rhymes of street niggas I knew roasting | |
| My brain' s turning on the spit slow motion | |
| Flames are lit within in my skull there' s a thousand bulbs | |
| Rotisserie shit lyrics I can' t get warm I' m too piping hot |
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