The Seer, the Poet

[Verse 1: Killah Priest] As the night falls like black curtains all across diversions Urban streets, showered by a hundred curses A man is murdered watching serpents now surface Lurking through his denim purses The birdhead, chirpin', I zone-trip through seven universes My chakras working while addicts purchase from the heroin merchants Behind my screwed face is a gold Pharaoh's mask Within my eye is an hourglass, skin like brass Standing on unfinished corners with bleekers on us Lilith watches I watch her too Through my telescope 'Till this world envelopest Inhale brimstone smoke Graphics from my canvas of hand scripts My ink brush of luck If every sea was ink If every tree was a pen You could see what I think Would you do it again? My divine presence My throne's not for threshin' My mind's the weapon Its essence is seven As soon as my poem begins Make your bones cringe Amazing like the Stonehenge Amun-Ra. Priest, the God [Hook] Right before I get in my zone I sit on my throne I write vivid hieroglyphics on stones Through mystic microphones Places where shadows were born So carol my songs The Pharaoh has called So travel, come all (Repeat) [Verse 2 ] The wings of heaven Are tied to the wings of the ghettos Tries to soar But they're pulled by the strings of devils Our claws get netted Then they pluck us No justice Our genetics, esoteric Great grandmothers suffered They cuss us, then cuff us We wasn't custom We precious I pray like Adam the Giant In an Eden of lions Flaming bodies In the horizon Way past Orion There's a city arising With celestial princes Prophets and Kings From off every planet Forming a solar regime They say, "Come brother Join us." But my time is not up So I lay in the cut My voyage is not for many years So while I'm still here I spit that solar-facts rap That street kingpin That tall man with green skin Feel me? 'Till then, and I see wings in my lens I rep the hood I love Apple Bottoms Stress is no good It leads to that bridge Over Gehenna I rather see the earth greener Disobedience led a curse between us The mystic physics of Priest pictures In Kabbalistic Scriptures Dissect the High Priest Rhymes The wardrobe of Coogi The luggage of Louis I lynched my gold neck, hung my jewelry Beneath my hair cut, I wear a Kufi Feel me? [Hook]