Killah Priest
Immortal Yah
[?] witness [?] immortalize right before your eyes
Rise like water tides
Take flight, I’m off the rise
Late nights, you’re horrified
It’s Dr. Jeckyll/Mr. Hyde
I spot you devils in disguise
I watch two ghettos with crystal guides
My ball sees all
I can see the demon that’s two feet tall
Taking off with the sparrows, blending in with the shadows and then you on the walls, reaching for you with they claws
I’m the holographic universe
Brains are automatic, I shoot a verse
My pen aim toward the tablet, then I move like surf
Catch a wave, wind-glide when the pen is in stride
Never bump the machine
Two quarters I pay
Keep up, this is not a game
Manipulate part of your brain like Dr. Strange and Thanos
I’m Criss Angel becoming David Blaine
I’m David Copperfield of the macabre wheel
Gloves upon the pineal
The diamond seal
The mind’s a key, it turns [?] chakra like a automobile
You’re in the seat of the soul, my drive is for real
Ta-da, I showed you something you never see with the mic and hearing is believing
You telling your mind what to think
I’m the wizard of bars, *wink*
I’m a microphone master
Monuments of memories, murderous metaphors
Mind-bending mysteries
This is musical magma
Turning matter into magnets
Attract the most emcees, mirror the magnificent
Duplicate the magic, move closer to madness
Since Dorothy got swept up and met the professor
Mr. Marvel look through a marble, seeing the sorrow
Inner ante
Annie, are you ok? Are you ok, Annie?
It looks like a thriller but the sun will come out tomorrow
Creator’s novel
The all great and powerful man from Oz
From the land of stars
Marching soldier cards and Winkie Guards
The cafe is called Pinky’s
The waiters are Clyde Inky and Blinky
They glide between the tables as the place is packed, man
They all turn blue when I eat a sugar pellet to charge
Out during summer, I order pasta, “I’ll have some tea”
I stood up in your honor, tap the glass with a spoon
It’s Willy Wonka of the chakra factory
At your service, don’t be nervous
I’ll excite your eight cell electrical divine circuits like a circus
Always be about my purpose
I was crazy like Eddie, scary as a youngster
I called my girl a [?] Lilian, and I’m hermetic monster
The quantum jumper
Mental adjuster
Remover of cluster
Demon hunter
Chief Thunder, the being conjurer
Outdoor cafe in summer
John Coltrane, Stevie Wonder
[?]
’70 B-movies, everything’s groovy
Moses run the kufi
Alhamdulillah
Or hallelujah
Mama se mama sa mama coo sa
LA or The Bay, I’m with real shooters
Don’t just do something, sit there
The Buddha
No questions to why and where, just here
Your own ruler
Blissfulness, fulfillment, blowing hookahs
Apple ginger kombucha in the cooler
Scripture in my medulla
The magician from Suma
All gather around, the same description of Judah
I stand in Greece and speak
I call Zeus, “come out of Olympus”
Go back to the pyramids, return to Kemet
Come, you were black in the beginning
Now call the rest of the gods
Come out of their religion
We are the true and living
Dancing algorithms
I’m in tune with my higher self
Let’s go over information
Small details of mediums at large
Rocking stones and seashells
Abyssinian black gods
Bone [?] as old [?]
Magnesium is in my idioms
The ingredient to my raps previous
No encyclopedias
I write millenniums
My mic’s titanium
Urania cinema
The minister
Ancient as the cylinders
I’m a runaway train through the subway lanes
Then above to the astral planes
Everything got wet from the rain
Even the snow capped to the crest of the range
Where it’s steep to the very peak
To the crack of dawn
A rap phenom
Firearm during quiet storms
The fight was strong all night long
To riot alarms
The mic in my palms is like seeing the future Viacom
From my neck hangs a psychic charm
You can hit the thumbnail or lift a dumbbell
I don’t care if you fit, it can zip [?] junkmail
She rolls a blunt well and puff Ls
The hieroglyphic syllabary
Tigers fishes willow fairies
Mystery universities
The moon and Mercury
I did the Neptune burglary
Then fled into the Persian Sea with urgency
Occult of secret society practice of esoteric magic
Open the threshold latches
Robe of gold fabric
I redeem the scroll out of the Tibetan singing bowl near the stream that flows
Smooth as Kareem’s finger roll and the hair on Nat King Cole
A supreme glow
Only where dreams go
Beneath the purple, red, blue, orange and green bow
The immortal Captain Priest
Immortal Yah