Killah Priest
Fortune Teller
[Verse 1]
Armani jet suits, floating the coop, soldiers salute
King of BK, be brave or cobras will shoot
Drug habits, automatics, [?] the casket
Six feet deep, eternal sleep, the cause of reaction
They want revenge, last cry haunts his friend
Long ride to the other side through the fog with winds
Where many of the street legends meet in the essence
Over beef, lord, deceased ’til there’s holes in the heaven
Then they stand in the mid world
That’s purgatory but murders before the glory
Angels heard they told their stories
City of immortality, seen by a gypsy
Portal through the galaxies, pity morality
Then what have we learned?
Kings before us scream as they burn
And firewaters tryna warn us while we take we return
We were fools
We pray to the sun for our jewels
Plenty women, dominions, inhibition of rules
For we were carnal, used to argue over worldly riches
Warn our children, they suffer like early witches
They took gold from off our skeletons
As our soul took hold of the seraphims
The scrolls unfold to element
Our eyes wide closed to show intelligence
To sit on thrones of devilishment
[Chorus]
I’m your fortune teller
Walk under Walter’s shelter
Sit for a spell, have some brew
Hand me that Rooster and bring me that Kabbalah too
I’m your fortune teller
Walk under Walter’s shelter
Sit for a spell, have some brew
Hand me that Rooster and bring me that Kabbalah too
[Verse 2]
The wheel of time, it turns, around the ages like a pavement, laid by memory’s terms
Long or short, what we do, born or bought, right or wrong
We depend on thoughts to be retaught
History made some men legends
But legends fade into a grave and those [?] back here today
Is it reincarnation or retardation?
Should we reach our god or reach our nation?
Should we read the stars or feed starvation?
The fortune teller sees the cards, which way they’re facing
And once in a while, the clouds of chance will overshadow the plans of man, forecast our poor past again
Like King Edward of Woodstock
[?] on hood blocks
From predators from the Brook-lock
Fellas that took shots and ambushed [?]
From drug cartels in Mexico with a steady flow
But there are still kidnappings, entrapments and drug trafficking, blood splashing
My crystal blackens
[Chorus]
I’m your fortune teller
Walk under Walter’s shelter
Sit for a spell, have some brew
Hand me that Rooster and bring me that Kabbalah too
I’m your fortune teller
Walk under Walter’s shelter
Sit for a spell, have some brew
Hand me that Rooster and bring me that Kabbalah too