[Sample]
And in the great museums of the world hang the work of the master artists of another age, giving mute testimony to the horrors of sorcery and witchcraft

[Verse]
From Killah to Kabbalah Priest
My hair turn silver like the gods of the odyssey
Between two pillars of ivory my anthology
My sign is fiery in astrology
But my moon sign is Aquarius
So I came to flow and flood from Genesis to Deuteronomy
I eat at rappers, I’m in God degree
I came to lay it down like the man with the holes in his hands that did carpentry
Pardon me
I’m partially a martian emcee
So here’s my artistry
Noblemen, Ethiopians, Nommos with the cocoa skin
From thе ethers with the robеs on them
I just went rogue again
Cathedrals play the oldest hymns
I look medieval when I hold the pen
Call me General Galaxy [?] or Sergeant Satellite Stargate
Super spirited sun-shape
Mr. Mirror, master craftsman makes you imaginate
Dr. Dreams, divine dictator, developer of rhyme schemes
The enchanted evangelist
Lord
Messiah, sire, squire, writer
Thine own blood shall be required
Wizard Walter the first
The Nation of Gods and the Earth
Statue in the yard of the church
The icon painting behind the fire
Be inspired after my bars are researched, rehearsed
’til you see the ebony empire rebirth
Lord
The hierophant and the taro, prince of arrow
The tribal dance, burn candle
Sing carols then chant from the castle
Place lamps on the mantle
As I enhance as I’m channeled
Then relax as my hand move
The scriptures that I write
Lord
Call me Killah Pineal
Priest of the most high, sacrificial [?]
To wild oak while the smoke rise, I spoke wise
And judge the fourth chamber, pillars of danger
The rains of blood became a flood
Still bringing my [?] by entertainers
The Metu Neter, the Keter
I engulf the [?], the priesthood letters
Surround my seat with scepters
At my feet are lepers
I am Master Mahut, the kingly kingdom, kingship is my roots
The great understanding, believer in [?]
You’re just a man, I’m the universe
Either the ether is between us or it’s my council of cherubs
The [?] of merits
On my chest is a scarab
Beneath the heart of kindness, the [?] is my message
And the rhymes are always timeless
The giver of [?]
Judgement, blood rinse in the river
Glorious victorious [?] come down, bless my raps, no setbacks
Behold my splendor hold the abode, my foundation you’re sowed
My wisdom’s the [?] of our culture
When I’m not writing poetry, these are scrolls
Lord
Lord
Lord