The Offering
Killah Priest Lyrics

Nonchalantly, I plant the words in the brain like ganja seeds
I casually put ideas in people's minds like planting cannabis seeds.

Horizontally, the way I write Gandhi
I write in a peaceful way, like Gandhi.

Beneath of palm trees, calm breeze, like the summer in the late '40's, before the mob kick in the door of the Don, squeezing automatic Tommy's
I describe a peaceful scene before violence interrupts, like the summer of the late '40s before the mafia attacked.

A blazing glory, that's how he lays, a lamp shade, Duke Ellington played, the screen starts to fade, cut, end of story
I depict a grand death, like one would see in a movie, with Duke Ellington playing in the background before the end credits roll.

Yo, the next one opens up, soda cups, a bottle of Grey Goose, and a room full of applejack hats cocked ace deuce, Sam Remo lace boots tapping the floor, a lit cigar
I describe a party scene with fancy drinks, clothes, and cigars.

He said 'where is the child, said to come from the Nile now in the B.K.'s', he paused, as he breaks, did a line... 'Not to be sublime, but the kid is ahead of his time, he turns Kool-Aid into red wine, besides that he professes he should be the next king of B.K.', sniff
I recount a drug-fueled conversation about a child rumored to be from the Nile who can perform miracles and believes he should rule Brooklyn.

'Besides Kane, BIG and Jay, GZA was underrated but still, the 'Words from the Genius' was the best stated', I ain't scared to say it, back in the days, we had groove, like the Dis Masters, rest in peace Mike Ski, part-time hustler, grew to me, Divine Sounds, Disco Richie and Shelton D.
I pay homage to underrated rappers and DJs from the past who influenced me, and reminisce about the good old days of hip hop.

Pay your tides and your offerings, this goes out to my niggas in them closed coffins, O.G.'s who was coke snorting, on death row, dead men walking, and them mothers never had abortions
I urge people to give to their communities and pay respect to those who have passed, highlighting the struggles of those who grew up in poverty or on death row.

I come to bring ya'll ass whippings, rappers, dish y'all disaster, as is written, he is risen, with Mack slugs, AK shells, of mask and gloves, the May Day Hell, a basket thug
I assert myself as a formidable rapper, using violent, gangster imagery to intimidate other MCs.

And hallow be thy tip, anoint your forehead and empty a clip, for the average I spit, and I hold my pen, like a syringe, inject my paper, with the thoughts of a gangster
I compare my pen to a syringe, injecting my paper with tough, gangster thoughts, and invoke religious language to justify violence.

Scene 3, bullets sail through his tuxedo, he fall for dead in the corner of the cathedral, doves flock to the ceiling chirping, the murder of a Godfather, it's just my version of Tide Turban
I describe a scene of murder and mayhem, and compare it to a movie. I also reference a fictional character (Tide Turban) to suggest that violence is an inevitable part of life.

Rest upon the God stone, science studies the structures of my jaw bone, it's similar to the great pharaohs, but I dealt with the streets and space travel, Big Priest from the ace apple
I boast about my greatness, comparing myself to pharaohs and emphasizing that I come from a rough background. I also mention space travel, perhaps suggesting that I have transcended earthly issues.

See the Offering is... pureness... straight up hip hop, that's what I'm giving, you know?
I explain that my music is pure and authentic hip hop.

Yo, hold up, man, yo, Priest, what happened to peace? Oh, oh yeah... peace, peace, peace, peace, peace.... Words of the Don... Leo Angel...
I mock the idea of peace, seeing it as unrealistic in the context of my music. I end with a shout out to Leo Angel, suggesting that he is the true don of hip hop.