The Path

Lyrics

Scientists study the Rhesus Monkey Near the Eastern countries Greece for Caesar's and Egyptian Mummies She takes a sip of honey The Queen Bee High is the hive amongst the trees The monks roll up leaves Harvest rice and tea on a donkey Flower nectar Lotus They notice Bees hungry The powders measured And put in grams to Pakistan It's stacked in brand And placed upon a caravan Ancients is the Pharaoh's land And Bantus where the Camel stand They take samples and light candles and Gamble mouth rambling The taboo of tattoos of Heru on Tamu Angel Gabriel Cain and Abel The ring of chain appraisal Prayer holy air up the nasal Ointments sage roots and basil My acupuncture My voodoo doll pins and Jesús Dead bleeding from the crucifix holes I hold Let his blood drip in the bowl I keep flicking his skull Then I pick a pitch in his bulge Then fill the dish with some cloves Rosemary's in the foot of a Crow Cats tongue I'm the Black one Before my raps come These are my actions Each bar I packed them with bat crumbs And broaden my pen Before I begin These are my origins Deadly 4 sins of the Horsemen The Philistines The guliitione Cut off their foreskins Saul and David were still the Kings Atheist whole crosses I'm lawless when writing Flawless Torture Horrors when rhyming Rigor Mortis outlining With white chalk Lights off Priest with the mic cross KiLLah let the knife talk Leave you on the sidewalk The Ghost rides the White Horse, rat dies from Nighthawks Unholy ceremony begins, light the torch The corpse, the Seance, white paper, black crayons Path to the Graveyard, mass under the Quasars Heavens clash with hell Gravity repels The Mountains lift up as well as the storms fell Flip the coin Heads or tails on Jezebel Crucifixion or Bed of Nails Lucifer Christians the undead dwells Eyes closed so did the Bible and said spells He likes his wine rare in grails Beheld her eyes were white like the pearls from a oyster shell When I write is like show and tell Israelites and the old Israel The 60 life with cointel, PRO Chariots of Fire follow my flow With wing angels each direction arching they bows, I got dark as they go Black Cherub on strumming harps can expose They come apart into Priest fold Me and the beat becomes one soul Then I fade into night while waving the mic Witness the Son's scrolls Written on my pineal pen, no beginning no end Hell is only begotten It came from the Wind I'm Houdini into kundalini I lift my beanie there's a Blue Genie Next to Godliness too clingy but true Kingly Priest Abzu ANU or Enk or Enkidu I'm just an EmCee [Outro] KP The corpse The Seance White paper Black crayons Path to the Graveyard Mass under the Quasars