[Hook]
Time and time when I say it again
I'm the best when I'm waving the pen
One more time
Time and time when I say it again
I'm the best when I'm waving the pen

[Verse One]
Sonoma mixes and martini style drinks with lemon
Classic cocktails for cartels so spark L's and listen
My rhyme's a decorative art
The glamorous displays the realness
For collector's ears
Close your eyes while Priest plays the narrative part
Showcases classic material
Aftеr the gun bust you scratch the serial
A fеign scratching, a whore with the nasty venereal
Two classy individuals, I'll make you see it all visual
From revolution to the weed head with the pool stick
To the ghetto movement, to the knucklehead nooses with the toothpick
The Godbody building biting down on the chew stick
My traditional style will have you listen for a while
Have you search for my music like a mother missing her child
Twist the dial the channel switch
Living the Nile, the Pharaoh sits
Sitting in trial the barrel spits
Yo when I wrote this, the lyrics articulate sculpted
For the hopeless and the culprits
My flow is sick, I fly planes to Istanbul
With my rich man's full
Off a dodo birds soup and really rhinoceros meat
It tasted exquisite, kinda sweet
Like the animal standing on his hind feet
I bring the taste to exoticness
To your mind, the wall
The place where I put up my rhymes, the hall
You see it and you love it wanna auction it off
It's Priest aka Mic-Evangelo Leo Angel
Absalom my dad wrote psalms
Phenomenon out of Zion
No more compromising, it's to conquering lion
I fight for honor and triumph
My continents is like that of lightning
A white garment when I'm writing
Halos you see my bright wings
Here comes the king
Servants you play my theme
The most unique, approach the lyrical art
Pencil edges out the ovary the riddle will start
Who wrote the masterful work?
The only emcee with a whole song on his boy album now search
The youngest emcee that influence the greats
I do this with greats
Name another emcee that said he came out the universe
Went past the moon to the Earth
Then from the womb to the nurse
Then from the hospital room to his first birthday balloon
Then to a classroom then the work
And then from work back to the tomb in the dirt
Then he's consumed by the bugs that lurk
He searched spirit still lurch
You could feel in the church
I'll take 'em here in the after
Through the atmosphere, from the tears to laughter
You catch with the baddest women
Stallions, on exotic islands
On one two fifths speaking like Malcolm
My women the curvest, they the worriest
Ass like apples, thick lips, calves and tattoos
Shoes with pretty feet, anklets
My slang is sick, from Chi-town all the way to New York
Shit, yo peace to Scotty, the Lyon family still lives on
You my n***a, rest in peace, word up 007 Priest