tha high priest said:
tukiseti ma microfne kwenye nare/
i got words flowing like the road to sirare/
i know the kids who failed Geography wonder where is sirare/
i cant stop writing and writing rhymes this is where i grew/
i am here to stay like the morning grass dew/
i set blaze on the mic, emcees cant even eat this even chew/
to me i feel more of a giant i work with the chosen few/
the high preist let set this our own feild i mean we are the few/
Coz, come back in this give your words for we miss ish/
i flex a muscle and an album is done, just like that/
call me the red sun, for i will step on it lean on it, jump on it/
just using my name on a rhyme is a punchline/
like paul ans silars i will set the jails loose, for i spit rhymes/
i dont just write but i am spirit filled, holiness in me./
incase there is a second chapter of the bible, i dont want to miss out/












