Killah Priest — Arkcade

I’m like Confucius writing music That’s [?] Star Wars but I’m George Lucas of the caduceus My heart pour as the art draw The wizard of words, a prince pronouncing the sound of Saturn I like saying “Saturn,” it has a nice ring to it From the house of the mic king rulers I write with supreme movement The jeweler, just drop gems, no jokes or humor Step into my safari of Ataris ColecoVision cause ego collisions to the body On my writing paper I’m throwing a party Crazy like the cholos from the ‘80s with their lady friends Am I a martian or a Homo Sapien sapien? Gods like the Nomos or thе [?]s Arcadians, Armenians, Arabians, Mesopotamians Another quartеr, let’s play again Let me glide through your thoughts while I write with a wavy pen I’ll surf sonically sound-free through your mind’s ocean Floating through your brain storms you bring on Tryna grab my lines, you out to sea, you left your blinds open Time frozen, a ghost memory, rewind moment Daydream, count the rings on a tree Divine omens talk to me It’s sorta like therapy Compared to me I write heresy Verily verily I say unto thee [?] anyone be born of water and of spirit He cannot enter into the kingdom of God The [?] serpentine around my bars Byzantine verses in my cards Elohim worship of the stars My mic transform into a rocket My shades become window-shields, I’m sitting in the cockpit And aims towards the darkness The flame blows you unconscious Going towards the nebula Hold up, decrease the speed RZA, release the Bees Never expected KP The beat is my nectar, it drives me crazy If the sound is distorted, broken or prehistoric, I can reinstall it, restore it, rerecord it Receiving the redeemed, the righteous, the ruler of the ring The rabbits are received So run like reindeers ‘cause the rapping rhino is redeemed