Killah Priest — Immortal Yah

[?] witness [?] immortalize right before your eyes Rise like water tides Take flight, I’m off the rise Late nights, you’re horrified It’s Dr. Jeckyll/Mr. Hyde I spot you devils in disguise I watch two ghettos with crystal guides My ball sees all I can see the demon that’s two feet tall Taking off with the sparrows, blending in with the shadows and then you on the walls, reaching for you with they claws I’m the holographic universe Brains are automatic, I shoot a verse My pen aim toward the tablet, then I move like surf Catch a wave, wind-glide when the pen is in stride Never bump the machine Two quarters I pay Keep up, this is not a game Manipulate part of your brain like Dr. Strange and Thanos I’m Criss Angel becoming David Blaine I’m David Copperfield of the macabre wheel Gloves upon the pineal The diamond seal The mind’s a key, it turns [?] chakra like a automobile You’re in the seat of the soul, my drive is for real Ta-da, I showed you something you never see with the mic and hearing is believing You telling your mind what to think I’m the wizard of bars, *wink* I’m a microphone master Monuments of memories, murderous metaphors Mind-bending mysteries This is musical magma Turning matter into magnets Attract the most emcees, mirror the magnificent Duplicate the magic, move closer to madness Since Dorothy got swept up and met the professor Mr. Marvel look through a marble, seeing the sorrow Inner ante Annie, are you ok? Are you ok, Annie? It looks like a thriller but the sun will come out tomorrow Creator’s novel The all great and powerful man from Oz From the land of stars Marching soldier cards and Winkie Guards The cafe is called Pinky’s The waiters are Clyde Inky and Blinky They glide between the tables as the place is packed, man They all turn blue when I eat a sugar pellet to charge Out during summer, I order pasta, “I’ll have some tea” I stood up in your honor, tap the glass with a spoon It’s Willy Wonka of the chakra factory At your service, don’t be nervous I’ll excite your eight cell electrical divine circuits like a circus Always be about my purpose I was crazy like Eddie, scary as a youngster I called my girl a [?] Lilian, and I’m hermetic monster The quantum jumper Mental adjuster Remover of cluster Demon hunter Chief Thunder, the being conjurer Outdoor cafe in summer John Coltrane, Stevie Wonder [?] ’70 B-movies, everything’s groovy Moses run the kufi Alhamdulillah Or hallelujah Mama se mama sa mama coo sa LA or The Bay, I’m with real shooters Don’t just do something, sit there The Buddha No questions to why and where, just here Your own ruler Blissfulness, fulfillment, blowing hookahs Apple ginger kombucha in the cooler Scripture in my medulla The magician from Suma All gather around, the same description of Judah I stand in Greece and speak I call Zeus, “come out of Olympus” Go back to the pyramids, return to Kemet Come, you were black in the beginning Now call the rest of the gods Come out of their religion We are the true and living Dancing algorithms I’m in tune with my higher self Let’s go over information Small details of mediums at large Rocking stones and seashells Abyssinian black gods Bone [?] as old [?] Magnesium is in my idioms The ingredient to my raps previous No encyclopedias I write millenniums My mic’s titanium Urania cinema The minister Ancient as the cylinders I’m a runaway train through the subway lanes Then above to the astral planes Everything got wet from the rain Even the snow capped to the crest of the range Where it’s steep to the very peak To the crack of dawn A rap phenom Firearm during quiet storms The fight was strong all night long To riot alarms The mic in my palms is like seeing the future Viacom From my neck hangs a psychic charm You can hit the thumbnail or lift a dumbbell I don’t care if you fit, it can zip [?] junkmail She rolls a blunt well and puff Ls The hieroglyphic syllabary Tigers fishes willow fairies Mystery universities The moon and Mercury I did the Neptune burglary Then fled into the Persian Sea with urgency Occult of secret society practice of esoteric magic Open the threshold latches Robe of gold fabric I redeem the scroll out of the Tibetan singing bowl near the stream that flows Smooth as Kareem’s finger roll and the hair on Nat King Cole A supreme glow Only where dreams go Beneath the purple, red, blue, orange and green bow The immortal Captain Priest Immortal Yah