Lyrics

[Intro: audio samples] To the pythagorians, that discovery had a mystic force, they felt that all the regularities in nature are musical The movements of the heavens were for them, the 'Music of the Spheres'... *Killah Priest Chanting* As they had bare the Ark were coming to Jordan And the feet of the priests who buried the Ark were dipped into the brim of the water So the Jordan overflowed all it's banks at the time of the harvest That the water that came down from above, rose up... [Verse 1] My brain's the throne of glory, my voice is 7 million stories My slippers walk through space, God's territory The Devil's mad, he cast Hell before me But I prevail, broke the spell, fortune teller foresees Black years for you rappers, the aftermath is here While I recline listen to the Music of the Spheres I spit above your ears, this that angel music That sky crack, that wormhole, the star acoustics, let God acque it Play it in the Mosque, out my mouth is a fusion No illusion, my cosmic conscious Coming like a hail of comets, godly contents I sit between two universes Judging every rapper upon the surface and laugh at them like a circus Y'all mad nervous I wrap a cloud around my dome like a turban You can't live to see me in person You just a servant, so now bow and worship It's the wordsmith, it's the wordsmith [Hook: scratches & cuts] Flows that glow with auroras that sparkle like water, fly like a saucer [Verse 2] My mic's the microchip, my rhymes are the hieroglyph From the edge of a spiral cliff Hurling my rap books to the wind Light a staff through a tree, I cringe Then get up with a sick grin The sacrifice, thoughts are magnetic I bring down satellites, forget y'all earthlings I spit for the afterlife Astral projection, my face see inside of paradise Either y'all half-man pussies or y'all straight hermaphrodites Parallel worlds, your bodies I twirl Then throw y'all far into the galaxy Who want to challenge me? You out of reality I come down your flight of prayers As if they were escalator stairs, the death relate is here Your respirators prepared I bake myself a cake using the ozone layer, happy birthday Blow out the stars in Heaven Get high taking mushroom clouds, spit bars of Armageddon The supergod of weirdness, sincereness, share bliss I spit that heaven and hell, life and death That here and now, to outerrealms Genesis to 2012 In Heaven What separates good from evil is a giant iron curtain Guarded by a lion with manes of serpents Priest, the wordsmith [Hook: cuts & scratches] Flows that glow with auroras that sparkle like water, fly like a saucer [OutroKillah Priest] King of kings, lords of lords I hold up my gold cup filled with my gangster rap Look at my crystal ball revealing all Inside are projects inside the spacecraft