In the theocracy of hiphop, you’ve got monks, acolytes, and disciples. But there’s only one Priest. And in the Church of Phat Lyrics, this kid is the reverend of rhyme and the high shaman of verse. Clutching his mike like the staff of Moses, he delivers lyrics that bring rappers everywhere to their knees. No bullshit. I’ve seen dude rhyme my whole name in a freestyle. Don’t believe me? Think I’m just on his jock? Then bring your ass down to State of the Union. I guarantee phony rappers will be confessing by the dozen, as Priest exorcises demons of whackness. At 10:30 p.m. at the State of the Union, 1357 U St. NW. $5. (202) 588-8810. (Ta-Nehisi Coates)