Killah Priest
The Virgin
[Intro]
Such a beautiful wedding, a beautiful setting
See Her face up in space, the Mother of Heaven, the mother of second, the mother of seven
The Sister of brothers
It's you I embrace and inspired this record
(It’s you I embrace… inspired this…)

[Verse 1]
A Love devoted the poet that wrote this
Sculptures on the sofas
It's not history but Her story
Hercules' glory the Mother of God, I thirst for her trees
Her hair is the stars
Your Highness, how You changе the climate?
How can’t man see You? How they're blindеd by their own ego?
Out of You come all people
Saint Helen, what's the painting's telling? Satan's rebellion
Our love, Helen, is overwhelming
Paulette, Rosette, gorgeous
I planted orchids near August
Audrey, if I could foresee their future poorly
You placed me on a horsey when I was three
Now she's gone for 4D
I'm embarrassed a bit
Asteris, may I have a kiss, passionate here's the gift
Past the path, her beautiful lips, her wrinkled hand
Without our woman, there would be no man
Just plenty egos and
For our great mothers, I stand, black Madonna
The blacks we honor
Black Madonna
[Verse 2]
She’s God-advocate, almighty Queen of Nazareth, Priestess of Egypt
Apostle of profession of the blessing, Her gospel of lessons
Anointed
You only love her if she’s double-jointed?
Her beginning/her end, eternal life, paradise in my lens
I write ice with this pen
The author and the perfecter of our faith
The Prodigal Daughter, shootouts on gates
She's the bread of our gaze to the soul of a hustler
Tears of our mother, for we sold drugs to our brother
She’s the lamb, the Chief of the Cornerstone
The immaculate stand, our Lady of Black Rosary
This poetry is for you, and this is true, you're overdue
She's the Queen of Heaven, Immaculate Conception
And I rap in Her presence
The Virgin