The Collector

Killah Priest, Bobby J
 Kwamé, on the tracks
 My soul wrestle with devils
 Beneath black skies
 Baptized with oil from a vessel
 The hands of rabbis
 Gleaming which held a boy with freckles
 Bad vibe
 Made me smoke till I was forgetful
 Sad eyes
 Did lines of coke till I was regretful
 Watched the months on the calendar fall like rose pedals
 Priest I swam outta the gene pool
 Then went straight into the steam room
 To clear the evil
 For drugs illegal and lethal
 A pinch of bath salt on a tea spoon
 The phantom with his mask off in the b room
 Insane asylums with brain problems
 I've seen angels that cause violence
 Off shores and on islands
 I was exiled for revealing the X-Files
 Drew on my freestyle
 Wild on holy grounds
 Found
 When he was senile
 Killah P from the Nile
 Killa bees going wild
 Take off their blindfold
 Sacrificed a cow
 Faced a Nazarite and bow
 Drafted in from the Vatican
 The Anakin's graft of skin
 Plastered gin
 Priest J-Ronin omen's cloning
 Roaming with red coating
 They vanish in the wind
 I make fresh rhymes daily
 Many styles
 The collector
 I got a lot ... still on point
 I got a lot ...lot... lot
 The collector
 Yeah
 Feel that rush of serotonin
 Each poem is like an omen
 That's potent as the potion
 Abrew from the witches' coven
 Fuck is you bitches smoking
 You bugging like glitch is broken
 I'm sewing your open wounds
 Then busting your stitches open
 I'm serving simpletons like Wimbledon
 Or pros in the US Open
 My prose got the US opened
 Hip hop was dead but I'm glad we got it back
 Destined for the pantheon of rap
 Since the amniotic sac
 I sit on a throne that's all porcelain
 The raw swordsman
 With one fourth of the four horsemen
 Your war-torn village gets pillaged
 I forewarned them but they didn't heed
 Chop heads from atop my steed
 The guillotine Ginsu knife wielder killa from Killa Queens
 Arguably the illest even philistines'll feel his schemes
 Soliloquy of chaos the seance
 Reveal the beast
 Killa bees on the swarm
 Bobby J, Killah Priest
 I make fresh rhymes daily
 Many styles
 The collector
 I got a lot ... still on point
 I got a lot ...lot... lot
 The collector