The Arrival Home

[Sample]

[Verse 1]

Hello again, it’s Killah Priest

Above my forehead was the widow’s peak

Twelve edges of my hairline shaped like the letter ‘v’

I’m writing in my room

That’s circular, that’s the Merkabah

Periodic tables is just furniture

When I leave off in the molecular

Nitrogen ship on my way to the Nebula

Leaving all my competitors

Forgive them for their depths as we also forgive our debitors

And lead us not into temptation

I been patient but my pen racing to end Satan

That’s borderline personality disorder

Oh Zion daughters, I’m the flying saucer

Approaching Orion borders

My craft is in order

To gas from water

From solid to rocket

Had blast from the headquarters

Then boxed in the Pandora

Then unlocked with the enchant callers

God is not [?], original man the fathers

The authors while y’all led like lambs to the slaughter

We command the waters to split like Moses then God built the dam for our departure

[?]land explorer

Transporter of the Torah

I had to put on my trinoculars, that’s a New Yorker to California

Where the climate is much warmer

The nights is marijuana

And if it’s KPOG fro cherry cola, the price is much shorter

Sometimes I feel out of place

Disconnected from the human race

My therapist suggested I keep making records, said your message is great

If they hate, let ‘em hate

Keep taking ‘em to space

And move at your pace

‘cause only the real gon’ relate

See, the people need healing

And your music feed the children

What an unbelievable feeling

While the earth is still reeling

Every person that’s hearing are the merchants of brilliance

It’s the medicine, the cure, for many hurting civilians

They call me an occult leader

When all I do is quote Jesus

Rendered to Caesar what seizes

And yes, I spoke to the revolt seekers

And we in red on the hope meter

’til my ghost go back into the ethers

I leave an enigma like the Mona Lisa

But with good times [?] features

You see, I can paint joy

When the dark side of the moon like Pink Floyd

When I was young, I stole the pencil from the secret temple, then I was able to draw noise

So this is just a soul to soul from he who possesses the oldest scroll

My ancestors on the totem pole

Dress festive in golden robes

So wind me up

Put the time on clutch

I got it from here

A rhymer you can trust

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[Verse 2]

So how can I control the solar system, while I practice stoicism?

And I just joined the social club for anti-socialism

My explosive writtens is from the oldest cultures living

Preserved in vaults forbidden

Occurred in Moses’ vision

You disturb the occult that’s hidden

Have you not heard I form the words into my image?

Horns and the goats of naked women

Long coats and beheaded kittens

Smoke too much weed, dust or PCP leads to personality cluster b, complex PTSD

But Priest is the realest and sucker free

Luckily I’m suddenly accompanied comfortably onto the walls of the wonderfully

Gifted, stunningly the lyrics are holy spirits

One become three, the trinity

The author, the writer, the emcee that never existed