Killah Priest — How I Write

When I’m all alone, my chair is a throne My desk is ruins found from Soviet Union, made of marble and stone My hat is a crown Finally my destiny’s found My journey begins Pick up my pen Like a brush, start to scuff art galleries and galaxies Once my pallet is squeezed, the pilot can see My crown now grows great wings The music sound is a breeze I begin to lift off like a king on the back of a dragon Anything I imagine can be seen in my graphics Tablets of magic Telepathic at the dawn of the Sabbath When I write, Mount Sinai lifts up to the heavens God passes judgement The gathering of the brothers My mathematics emanate lights from the mysteries of divine thought Seven hundred new Torahs go forth If I give them the Quran, show them the hand of beyond From lightyears to eons In space there’s a great mountain where all the dead climb, tryna make it to the top before the [?] tiger gouge ‘em Beyond that, invisible castles where all the pharaohs and all the Mayans talking and dining And Malcolm X walks in with Medgar Evers, whispers to King Nat Turner and Harriet Tubman are seen And Obama’s grandmother is busting, yelling at everybody, “We have our first black president!” The heavens commence to party, acting up, standing on tables, dancing Marcus Garvey holding up by Molly I see the sinister smile of Haile Selassie I begin to write more and more My mind was sore I can see the [?], given the [?], the [?] and the [?], the [?], the divine order My mind’s aura My body swims across the cosmic waters Dividing night from the day Calling the moon from out of the grave We were a nation before we were slaves Remember that This is how I write Write This is how I write This is how I write Through a ball needle, I can see all people Absorb [?] like a cosmic eagle Landed on the sharp surface Many things to interpret The mind is perfect One of god’s greatest designs Since the dark gray curtains that hang through the seven thousand universes How I write is like day turning to night From beige to light From the grave to a life From a babe to those pipes From rock showers to media storms From watch tower, my graffiti is formed I sit with the cosmic Egypts Nefertiti on my arms I write with the whole city in my palms I give you an updated song of psalms of King David arriving on a spaceship Scribes try to trace it, scribble, erase it I show you how far I can take it Beyond Mars to places that’s sacred To other languages of ancient shit that [?] prints The vegetables came and went Celestial Through concentration, I can see the constellation This my revelation This is how I write This is how I write This is how I write This is how I write This is how I write This is how I write