Demiurge

Lyrics

[Chrous: Killah Priest] I write my verses- I write the curses using crusives I write my verses- I write my verses- A gospel's go spells (Priest) The Warship begins to surface The Warship begins to surface [Verse 1: Purpose] Yo, Watch how you speak to me My bars on God frequency Your arms' too short to spar Even if you in arm's reach for me Discard decency and [?] our's are [?] peacefully Heavily armored bombers with [?] involved frequently Secrecy codеd language in cryptic forms of mystic norms Monolithic lords in suspicious storms Prolific born, elaborate author of Emеrald tablets So I packaged it for wise men in abbots Extracting the gems trapped in it My pen's massed in it, the astronomers told, they've written books based off from poems Cloned philosopher's stone Behold progression, the father of all professions The wind carries my sessions and travels in all directions This evolution, manifesting Purpose that sparked the works of art Brought to life by the birth of a thought Of serpants who clock, get smited down Mark in book and write it down I am bound to - around and found up when I struck the ground Thunder sounds broke the sky, opened from my potent rhymes Soaked in blood, the chosen rise, floating eye, awoken mind In a beast with synergy, giving me Christ consciousness My mic will ignite on embers of light off of it Know who the prophet is The Great Archon Abraxas Seven Classic planets Command, and enchanting the lands with magic Decipher the name through numeric tactics Three hundred sixty-five heavens, ascension access Relentless practice, tragic Rebis Simha the great work with Dean throughout chemic means of grim thoughts My shadow known to dim stars, flow within the coldest men We overthrow like Moses [?] exposed the sins That's when my flow ascends [Verse 2: Killah Priest] My right hand is the symposium of holy men holding pens Each tunnel out and wrote a gem, then burrow back in I sit as the pharaoh of rapping I flow like I spoken Hymns, Catholic's in masses My Cathedral cerebral, blood on Abraxas On my back's a black Eagle, medieval Steeples from ashes I rose up Wings tucked King Tut Gold rings Emerald Green cup Queens blush Foramen Magnum My egg-shaped skull, the phoenix dragon Come through the [?] all of ya'll human beings the savage Wishes are granted if you are left-handed [?] [?] written in old texts, commandments Sun, moon, stars, and planets My X-Box-shaped object just vanished Chariot of ascension through dimensions, did I mention, is extension of Atlantis I am the phantom, I wear the face of space And a million grandsons Each change place from Black to White, from White to random Mass looks like the Yin-Yang symbol in temples I like my money blue and green, like Gods of the Hindus Priest and Purpose, the wordsmiths, this beat is monumental Christ Consciousness, bow down and honor it Yeah, we deal with waters, Noah's Ark Now we deal with Astronomers, show you the charts