[Intro: audio samples]
To the pythagorians, that discovery had a mystic force, they felt that all the regularities in nature are musical
The movements of the heavens were for them, the 'Music of the Spheres'...
*Killah Priest Chanting*
As they had bare the Ark were coming to Jordan
And the feet of the priests who buried the Ark were dipped into the brim of the water
So the Jordan overflowed all it's banks at the time of the harvest
That the water that came down from above, rose up...

[Verse 1]
My brain's the throne of glory, my voice is 7 million stories
My slippers walk through space, God's territory
The Devil's mad, he cast Hell before me
But I prevail, broke the spell, fortune teller foresees
Black years for you rappers, the aftermath is here
While I recline listen to the Music of the Spheres
I spit above your ears, this that angel music
That sky crack, that wormhole, the star acoustics, let God acque it
Play it in the Mosque, out my mouth is a fusion
No illusion, my cosmic conscious
Coming like a hail of comets, godly contents
I sit between two universes
Judging every rapper upon the surface and laugh at them like a circus
Y'all mad nervous
I wrap a cloud around my dome like a turban
You can't live to see me in person
You just a servant, so now bow and worship
It's the wordsmith, it's the wordsmith
[Hook: scratches & cuts]
Flows that glow with auroras that sparkle like water, fly like a saucer

[Verse 2]
My mic's the microchip, my rhymes are the hieroglyph
From the edge of a spiral cliff
Hurling my rap books to the wind
Light a staff through a tree, I cringe
Then get up with a sick grin
The sacrifice, thoughts are magnetic
I bring down satellites, forget y'all earthlings
I spit for the afterlife
Astral projection, my face see inside of paradise
Either y'all half-man pussies or y'all straight hermaphrodites
Parallel worlds, your bodies I twirl
Then throw y'all far into the galaxy
Who want to challenge me? You out of reality
I come down your flight of prayers
As if they were escalator stairs, the death relate is here
Your respirators prepared
I bake myself a cake using the ozone layer, happy birthday
Blow out the stars in Heaven
Get high taking mushroom clouds, spit bars of Armageddon
The supergod of weirdness, sincereness, share bliss
I spit that heaven and hell, life and death
That here and now, to outerrealms
Genesis to 2012
In Heaven
What separates good from evil is a giant iron curtain
Guarded by a lion with manes of serpents
Priest, the wordsmith
[Hook: cuts & scratches]
Flows that glow with auroras that sparkle like water, fly like a saucer

[OutroKillah Priest]
King of kings, lords of lords
I hold up my gold cup filled with my gangster rap
Look at my crystal ball revealing all
Inside are projects inside the spacecraft