Sacred Grounds

Lyrics

As Angels fold their wings Like vultures over kings Left their skull and bones expressed with screams Naked wet in streams Cold *Water* Runnin' *Drownin'* Bodies sunken Each finger adorned golden rings Each tell their moments with heroic genes It's detailed perfectly, encrypt in codes on beams like Mercury Written on scrolls unseen Only the worthy see Missing head rolls from guillotines and perjury Body relеased the soul in surgery Thе mirror is cleaned before it cracks Killer is back at the murder scene to clear his tracks At the darkest hour of the night Glides on the wings of bats Like the black avenger called to crawl above the Phoenix's back Swirling Ravens around my fountain pen Is off my written text, unforgiving death [?] If so, I write this, a pistol holding a crystal, trying to counter them When Rhymes are balancing, and the mind is challenging In all my writing books, that lightning pushed Opened with burinin' pages [?] from sermons from ages A lot remain hermits and nameless Hip-Hop [?] minister of greatness Came in the game from spaceship My murkable message Wordsmith on [?], magic, check it It's like I am related to the inventor of Tetris It's weird Casue' as my name slowly go down in the pages of history The book disappears My bars then reappear in shapes that's great From the top, then slowly drops, is recurring as ghostly hip-hop I'm the Phantom, hold your attention for ransom In my father's house, is mini-mansions Each room a bar or lounge and expanding A black case, stretched next to a Celtic [?] The crest etched upon my [?] Red Rosaries, Holy beads, they ran I wrote a creed for the dead, the ghost, and elderly Try to put a Hex- a spell on me Ropes around the next fell from trees Open the door of the cellars Make you [?] hell for centuries As the middle-aged cell reveals the Emcee KP, a executioner, with the letter from Lucifer The dreads go Booyaka! From referencing [?] I'm really that vulgar, as I read from the [?] of vultures I'm Hip-Hop, I'm the city and the culture Watch, I play chess upon the universe Math first, Flat Earth, pull up my chair I used the borough of Queens As my Queen protects, Brooklyn is King They call check as I place Manhattan on the Maddison Square They [?] calm, you can't touch the Bronx You in check, you gotta problem tryna lift up Harlem He touched long Island next, I start smiling That's checkmate, Staten Island 32 Pieces from my Sholin set Who want next? I shuffle tectonic plates like it's a deck Any concept, my sword [?] with all flesh It's Killah Priest, the war vet The [?], Code of Arms and medals on my broad chest [?] shove devils into a vortex Eyes yellow, like the Great Owl As my mic appears from out of grey clouds My verse heard in wave sounds In frequencies of high pitches Higher than hieroglyphics The lyrics is aged now, a sage found I knew I stay bound, young with a face frown I'm older with grace, all my shoulders gold plates I went from headaches, but now on my head is where they place crown Caution when walking on my stage Which is Sacred Grounds