King Of Kings

Lemme school you.
 I wake up and I don't know where I am
 I wake up and I don't know where I am
 I wake up and I
 Yo, to all my hungry disciples
 Listen, let's talk, sit still, sit still
 Sit still, blackout, listen, the hungriest
 Kings, kings, kings, sit still
 Listen, lemme school you for a minute
 Blackout, blackout
 An angel from the lost, spike headband, marked dead man
 Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross
 The hotter the heart, the harder - whether
 Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
 Wounded rebel in Jerusalem
 Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
 Black man, five foot nine, see the dawn when he stares out
 With wool hair and feet of bronze
 Birdstick, a black staff with brown handle
 Backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals
 In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants
 Immaculate birth, conceived by a virgin
 Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living
 Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit
 Or the Cathedral, that's only a quarter illegal
 Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil
 Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid
 The last grand wizard slash serial bomber
 Here it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in Hell
 All seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin
 Out for the death while the beats knockin
 Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and cheap stockings
 Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass
 Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass
 The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in
 Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning
 Control the thoughts, po' corps, feed the gators
 Sole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mosque
 And a storm comin in March
 Locked in the physical form of the son of the God
 I wake up and I don't know where I am
 I wake up and I don't know where I am
 I wake up and I
 The true and living son of the son, thorough
 Tongue sword of war, speak and slash son of a gun
 When the rumors started I departed - I don't know
 Some old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden
 Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause
 And got caught, disappeared from the cross
 First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth
 In the form of a perfect human specimen
 The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
 Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler
 Satan's descendents, put a break in what they intended
 The hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentence
 Bells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to jail
 Hot coal on ya trail, sinners'll go to Hell
 I got a soul for sale, well;
 Let's start the bidding at a tragic death
 Who knows what's finna happen next
 Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise
 Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest
 The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger
 Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water
 Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose
 Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans
 Enter the scheme of things, all love
 All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings
 I wake up and I don't know where I am
 I wake up and I don't know where I am
 I wake up and I