up on tha hill where i chill / in cold steel/ i build my thrones on top of bones of tha ones i kill / rocking tha belt of orion around my waste metal plates on my chest/ i offend my nest from intruders i shoot looters with cannons im standing on my own mountain with a roman godess both rocking robes of gold/ eating cereal with angels and gods/ throwing stones at rebels and devils sewing poems to they flesh i transform into an archangel to combat where ever evil lives i instill power to tha down trotten to tha unfortunate my legacy is written in tha stars.