Killah Priest — Malachi

Lord Sun, war drums, sword swung No matter how many die, more comes Vagabonds, whoredom The wrath of God is awesome Those of you who speak with fork tongue You chose the beast, insecure ones I rose to my feet from the poor slums Like a god of Greece made of Porcelain When I priest, distributed the destinies I made me the inspector of the cosmos, heavenly I proclaim again and again the great radiant bull The deities protect mе as I close my lids My name should be God-forbid Rеwrite the sarcophagus And real gangstas, light your cigars to this, marvelous Know thy self, the cobra’s help Like Aaron’s staff, preparing my craft Close to hell, the magician’s tomb My wrist is consumed I’ve written your doom Brazen serpent Raised and worshipped Then the [?] turns back to a rod Switch the mic like trick cards Ishtar, a moody [?] I run over planets for big yards We accompany you to your journey to the netherworld Ice is water, two tons of fun are the weather girls Just us, dimensional Messages are subliminal Shoutout to Brother J Black Watch, I just listened to them the other day “Take your time,” my mother used to say Lucid memories, there’s a tunnel at the end of the light