Lyrics

[Sample] And in the great museums of the world hang the work of the master artists of another age, giving mute testimony to the horrors of sorcery and witchcraft [Verse] From Killah to Kabbalah Priest My hair turn silver like the gods of the Odyssey Between two pillars of ivory my anthology My sign is fiery in astrology But my moon sign is in Aquarius So I came to flow and flood from Genesis to Deuteronomy (Haha) I eat at rappers, I'm in God degree I came to lay it down like the man with the holes in his hand that did carpentry Pardon me I'm partially a martian emcee So here's my artistry Noblemen, Ethiopians, Nommos with the cocoa skin From thе ethers with the robеs on them I just went rogue again Cathedrals play the oldest hymns I look medieval when I hold the pen Call me General Galaxy Gems or Sergeant Satellite Stargate Super spirited Sun-shape Mr. Mirror, master craftman makes you imaginate Dr. Dreams, divine dictator, developer of rhyme schemes The enchanted evangelist Lord Messiah, sire, squire, writer Thine own blood shall be required Wizard Walter the First The Nation of Gods and the Earth Statue in the yard of the church The icon painting behind the fire Be inspired after my bars are researched, rehearsed 'Til you see the ebony empire rebirth Lord The hierophant and the taro, prince of arrow The tribal dance, burn candle Sing carols then chant from the castle Place lamps on the mantle As I enhance as I'm channeled Then relax as my hand move The scriptures that I write Lord Call me Killah Pineal Priest of the most high, sacrificial gold tie To wild oak while the smoke rise, I spoke wise And judge the fourth chamber, pillars of danger The rains of blood became a flood Still bringing my singers, my entertainers The Metu Neter, the Keter I engulf the Ein Sof, the priesthood letters Surround my seat with scepters At my feet are lepers I am Master Malkhut, the kingly kingdom, kingship is my roots The great understanding, believer in Binah You're just a man, I'm the universe Either the ether is between us, or it's my council of cherubs The Tiferet of merits On my chest is a scarab Beneath the heart of kindness, the Chesed is my message And the rhymes are always timeless The giver of Gevurah Judgement, blood rinse in the river Glorious victorious Netsach, come down, bless my raps, no setbacks Behold my splendor Hod, the abode, my foundation Yesod My wisdom's the Chokmah of our culture And I'm not writing poetry, these are scrolls Lord Lord Lord