Artist: Killah Priest f/ Remedy
Album:  The Offering
Song:   Salvation
Typed by: Killah Priest

[Intro: Killah Priest]
IT'S WAAARRRRRRR!!!
 
[Chorus: Killah Priest]
We are one, we move as a unit
This is our mic, we are one
(Who is your general, private?)
Killah Priest, we fight the ungodly
And we will follow him all the days of our life
We are one, we move as a unit
This is our mic, we are one
 
[Killah Priest]
The plot was to stop the Nazarene, break-up his black regime
Smash his dreams from being the greatest that rap has seen
They laugh while scheming on ways to stop him having cream
That's blasphemy, to not mention his name in magazines
Luckily the young warrior had mad esteem
He kept writing back in his lab, he hit his pad extreme
And in the mids of all the chaos, he took his his team
Called them Black Market and Maccabeez (This is my life)
While the serpent use the worldly things to attract his queen
Broke his heart, she played the part Mary Magdalene
Hissing his words that, 'the other side of the grass is green'
But I ain't trying to hold you baby, go ahead flap your wings
Gun in the waist of his baggy jeans, stay strapped
Yankee cap above his durag leaned
Police that pass flash sirens outside his projects
Where the dealers push crack to fiends
There he did some soul searching now he's back redeemed
Look at his albm cover, stained glass of the king
Wall papers of gangsters hang up
Next to King Solomon Amen Ra and King Tut
Beneath that incense burns frankincense, the fragrance of the prince
Preist the saint, the angels fight in his defense, light the hemp
Within the tall fence of his castle
 
[Chorus]
 
[Killah Priest]
I called on Michael, Gabriel and Uriel to pull me from hell
A jury of twelve await my burial, they said they want my great material
My vision blurry can't tell, I hear the bells near the church steeple
Where Raphael waits, his fate break the curse of evil
I'm holding rosemary beads, it's scary, roll the hairy weed
Inside the blackberry leaves
It's cold, but what worries me
Will my crew leaves when they bury me? Come hurry see
The Brotherhood climbing the hillside at the falling of darkness,
The night arches over the Projects
As they speak of the legacy of Priest the artist
They share words of his hardship
And he sung his psalms to a harpist
His garment was blood soaked
Around his crown he wore halo of blunt smoke
Below his navel his guns poked
So may this Offering give your thoughts wings
May it fly high and start soaring, pass the corpse of Kings
Beyond the cloud scraping mountains
Travel the way of the falcon, to a tucked away enchanted Island
You land, see the ruins of his old palace
The wide stone steps that leads to his throne
You see his face made of hard stone, you just sit there and zone
My eyes are open but they're empty as the painted eyes on a doll
Walk inside the fog, sit beside my catalogue
See his face, it aged to something strange, come in range
Upon his sculpture grows weed vines and small rosebuds
So show love to the Priest (Salvation) Revelation
(My Salvation) And this is my Salvation
 
[Remedy & Killah Priest]
King of Mysteries, who wast and art,
Before the elements, before the ages,
King eternal, comely in aspect,
who reigns for ever, grant me three things:
Keenness to discern your will,
Wisdom to understand it,
Courage to follow where it leads.
 
*WAR SCENE*
 
[Pastor Bob, The Sopranos]
"Salvation isn't just about being saved from Hell after you die.
It's also about being saved from yourself while you're still alive."