Scrolls

These are timeless, these are scrolls

The work is a magic healing our souls

These are timeless, these are scrolls

This work is a magic healing our souls

[Chief Kamachi]

Yeah, my life changed when I seen my son at birth

It’s a blessing just to breathe and come to Earth

Unlimited bodies, infinite minds

Twelve months, seven planets restricted to signs

The Chinese say, “life follows cycles in nine”

The OGs say, “Son, load up a rifle for mine”

It’s so dark now, don’t think the righteous will shine

But I think like all Twelve Disciples can rhyme

With my spiritual hands tryna reach for your spine

It’s like magic when I put a jewel in your palm

There’s only one God, that’s the first rule of Islam

I live for the sword, I’m true to the bomb

I’m the soul of black soldiers that was blew up in Nam

Over white candles reciting the 23rd Psalm

Stay connected through the storm and the calm

Spirits on the other side know my word, Born

Peculiar magician, solar physician

Heal the world, analyse just the stars position

It’s the Mic Christ on an atheist petition

Kamachi, back from my mystic mission

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[Killah Priest]

I’m one of the wives of Solomon, had a role model like him

It was Kane and Rakim, I would follow my pen

I would see galaxies of MCs in the form of astrology

And Doctors, I would follow their lead

Lights in the shape of mics, and different planets

Days and nights I would crave to write

Back down to the Earth in a new form and rebirth

Defined as God, deep searchers studied me first

I look within, I got took within

I found Brooklyn in the heart where I put my pen

Created rhymes, made good for men

And women, like the Tree of Life

Every day I breathe I write, that was my freedom rites

My pen and pad, that was my Kingdom of Christ

No distractions, that’s backwards, what I practised

The rap gift that I spew out was magic

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