Killah Priest — Fortune Teller

[Verse 1] Armani jet suits, floating the coop, soldiers salute King of BK, be brave or cobras will shoot Drug habits, automatics, [?] the casket Six feet deep, eternal sleep, the cause of reaction They want revenge, last cry haunts his friend Long ride to the other side through the fog with winds Where many of the street legends meet in the essence Over beef, lord, deceased ’til there’s holes in the heaven Then they stand in the mid world That’s purgatory but murders before the glory Angels heard they told their stories City of immortality, seen by a gypsy Portal through the galaxies, pity morality Then what have we learned? Kings before us scream as they burn And firewaters tryna warn us while we take we return We were fools We pray to the sun for our jewels Plenty women, dominions, inhibition of rules For we were carnal, used to argue over worldly riches Warn our children, they suffer like early witches They took gold from off our skeletons As our soul took hold of the seraphims The scrolls unfold to element Our eyes wide closed to show intelligence To sit on thrones of devilishment [Chorus] I’m your fortune teller Walk under Walter’s shelter Sit for a spell, have some brew Hand me that Rooster and bring me that Kabbalah too I’m your fortune teller Walk under Walter’s shelter Sit for a spell, have some brew Hand me that Rooster and bring me that Kabbalah too [Verse 2] The wheel of time, it turns, around the ages like a pavement, laid by memory’s terms Long or short, what we do, born or bought, right or wrong We depend on thoughts to be retaught History made some men legends But legends fade into a grave and those [?] back here today Is it reincarnation or retardation? Should we reach our god or reach our nation? Should we read the stars or feed starvation? The fortune teller sees the cards, which way they’re facing And once in a while, the clouds of chance will overshadow the plans of man, forecast our poor past again Like King Edward of Woodstock [?] on hood blocks From predators from the Brook-lock Fellas that took shots and ambushed [?] From drug cartels in Mexico with a steady flow But there are still kidnappings, entrapments and drug trafficking, blood splashing My crystal blackens [Chorus] I’m your fortune teller Walk under Walter’s shelter Sit for a spell, have some brew Hand me that Rooster and bring me that Kabbalah too I’m your fortune teller Walk under Walter’s shelter Sit for a spell, have some brew Hand me that Rooster and bring me that Kabbalah too