[Verse 1] Desert Storm type nights above Hajji state of mind I'm drifting, tripping, I'm tied up Blindfolded Vietnam culture close in with blowing torches Above us the portraits of the Last Supper I'm coughing up blood, Priest where's 'The Offering'? A voice of the madame heard through the soft wind Chased by the hateful words of the town's people Deep within the walls of a brown cathedral I look up blood in my eyes, veins showing through my skull The flickering light bulb I'm straining as my eyes bulge This is my last reaction for peace As the assassins let their Nines release I hop out my chair running in slow motion Hail of bullets sailing like a boat floating I'm going nowhere [Break] A North Story, it's a quiet murder [Verse 2] I fell, release my last revelation Spoke of corruption and mass devastation to the world's nation Let go of my masters, I that brother Priest speak of offerings Tides I bring, Nines they ring, knives I swing The skies turn black, the streets flood with blood Statues crack, the rain fell from above In the shape of heroin needles, hailing down crack vials Blunt smoke so thick it's hard to see through Then all the real ni**as who died open their eyes And all the real hip-hopers crawl out their graves Come meet the witch doctor, lightning strikes the cave Through my bullet holes I bleed scrolls Written by the lost souls on the crossroads Look at the heavens talk to the crones My thoughts are scary, talk to skeletons inside of mortuaries I preach peace at the Devil's feet before I'm buried I hope the Lord is ready, my sword is steady, my aura's heavenly [Break] Let the monks in the monasteries bring it in I have a story to tell [Verse 3] Well this is it, gravity keeps grabbing me I'm losing sanity, I'm gradually tryna get up But I can't, look ahead, I see bright lamps And the ground underneath seems quite damp I sink in, I begin swimming towards this image I venture off into different dimensions My cosmic body begins the twisting And stretching all further into the essence This is not for the thug, this is not for the streets This only for the thug and the streets that think deep Priest I quantum leap, woolly hair and bronze feet Cosmic, Gothic lights, through air pockets beyond heights Star collapse black holes, I flap with the wings of a bat Tail of a tadpole, rest with the pharaohs and wake with the King David Seen naked entering into a green spaceship I'm like the comets Christ, garments white The smoke hand lift the tomb lid then the smoke seeps in Priest beginning, Priest ending, Offering