What Profits A Man

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh You  know the journey Through  the woods, it's all good Uh, uh-uh-uh, la-la Female trees in the forest, haha [Verse 1: Killah Priest] Frankincense  and murr, the ancient prince of words The  color of wind, the sky flys with wingless birds The seasons changin' rapidly, behold the sanity Trapped  humanity, mechanically with fake gravity Grabbin' me down the cavity where the savage be Speak blasphemy, I teach magically Priest Maccabee, the planet freeze to splash into a seed Inhabit  freed, grasp what I see, chapters I read Plus the arts I ching, Master Tiachi My chakra charts the last of my breed Slowin' my heart the faster I breathe Then slowin' my breath to match my heart speed The spine in my skull look like broccoli Why die walkin' forest? It turn to the trees Durin' harvest, return to a seed into a garden Hear my voice in the breeze And when the tree trunks storm together See the monk meditate on a feather [Chorus] What profits a man who gains the world to lose another? Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color As I move through the world of wonder Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under What profits a man who gains the world to lose another? Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color As I move through the world of wonder Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under [Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] Inhalin' life from the kundalini, built with seven genies Takin' notes, the great Mansa Musa Sippin' honey wine made from kiwi Feelin' blessed at my best, pray that Heaven see me No, you can never be me, but you can always see me Writin' songs to the xylophone Piano keys, magic in the zone The last abbot from the gold throne Engraved diamonds, white and yellow stones I speak in different tone I let the spirit roam, heard it through the trumpets and the saxophones She said, "I feel alone," but you not alone (Not alone, baby) Look beneath the chromosomes and you will find your home I quote these words from a ancient poem Black angels from the hall of justice The devil cannot touch us, salute to the most high, no one above us You can speak, but you can never judge us Freedom from the clutches And you can hate, but only love can touch us [Chorus] What profits a man who gains the world to lose another? Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color As I move through the world of wonder Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under What profits a man who gains the world to lose another? Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color As I move through the world of wonder Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under [Verse 3: 60 Second Assassin] This be the freedom of will, hearin' no evil Speak no evil, so all lyrics be still to the melodic molected asonomy My anonomy appearance so give the Suns some room We in the woods with this one, everythin' spitted here be home grown Wood breaks earth with so like my flow from out of the dirt Cooperatin' mind, body, and spirit You find me through that burnin' sensation of distance A serious constant continuous, fiber and hyper optic Musician winded spiritually spittin' wisdom formulated from out of the Quadri crystals The gifted, sixty seconds still tickin' Ethnological linguistic tongue of a English missile So all wordplay is a sacrificial blood and tissue anachronism space engineerin' vision 'til it's written Tamu primordial existence, breathin' background microwave radiates pure metaphysics [Chorus] What profits a man who gains the world to lose another? Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color As I move through the world of wonder Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under What profits a man who gains the world to lose another? Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color As I move through the world of wonder Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under