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Killah Priest, Rocket To Nebula

Killah Priest, Rocket To Nebula

Rocket To Nebula

Rocket To Nebula

First rapper to tape his verse on a computer

Although the voices are different, it’s still controlled, controlled, controlled by the user

(I am the greatest)

(I am the greatest)

(of all ages)

(I’d rather be smoking weed)

(I’d rather be smoking weed)

[Verse]

Multidimensional

The beast is like an interlude

When I write, it’s like an interview

Nights within my living room

Right outside my swimming pool

The lights is metaphysical

It’s bright, I said it lyrical

Alchemy

Pages like a palette

My pen has made my palate the brush

In front of an island of trees

[?]s in touch

I’m in touch with the galaxy

I’m well awoke

You can tell my growth from a telescope

I’m what [?] provoke

The spells I wrote could be encased in a carbonite jar that’s tight behind a velvet rope

The bars I write is for modern life in god’s delight

Israelites, mystic types

And given wisdom is visions of Allah tonight

My right hand coming for the skeleton’s throat

The element ghost

Can you break down my intelligent quotes?

Then make [?] revolt?

Paradigm shift

Travel time switch

Planning mind trips

Planet alignment

Parallel lines twist to a helix vortex of spirits

More less lyrics

Alkaline mirrors the purest

The realest

When I was young, I wanted to give Cinderella my genitalia

Interstellar ancestor fortune teller since the Walkman era

Space police codename Gordon Lester

Important letter from the war on terror

My force is better

The source forever

You can’t absorb the pressure

You can’t recall the never

It’s raw together, astounding

We the only two here and I still got you surrounded

Confounded by my announcement

I go to war while I’m still lounging

I can take off but I’m still grounded

A lot of weight loss but I’m still balanced

The sacred native said while he was painted red, “he’s the only train that can make the clouds withhold rain”

As he threw magic dust on the open flame, while reciting the holy name, he sang and danced all night in the forest ’til the coyotes came

And all the smoke and the quotes couldn’t hold him tame

As they showed their fangs, one got bold, went low and the others did the same

Slow as they ganged, he dropped to his knees and felt the scorpion sting

As he holds his knee, he cried out to the coyotes

But it was so much blood that their coats were stained

And where the sacred native stood, there were no remains