Killah Priest — Music Of The Spheres

[Audio Sample 1] To the pythagorians, that discovery had a mystic force, they felt that all the regularities in nature are musical The movements of the heavens were for them, the 'Music of the Spheres'... [Killah Priest Chanting] [Audio Sample 2] As they had bare the Ark were coming to Jordan, and the feet of the priests who buried the Ark were dipped into the brim of the water, so the Jordan overflowed all it's banks at the time of the harvest, that the water that came down from above, rose up... [Killah Priest] My brain's the throne of glory My voice is seven million stories My slippers walk through space, Gods territory The Devils mad, he cast hell before me But I prevail, broke the spell, fortune teller foresees Black years for you rappers The aftermath is here While I recline listen to the Music of the Spheres I spit above your ears It's that Angel music That sky crack, that wormhole, that star acoustics Let God acque it Play it, In the Mosque(Mask?) out my mouth is a fusion No illusion My cosmic conscious Coming like a hail of comets Godly contents I sit between two universes Judging every rapper upon the surface And laugh at them like a circus Ya'll mad nervous I wrap a cloud around my dome like a turban You can't live to see me in person You just a servant, so now bow and worship It's the wordsmith... x2 [Hook][Scratches & Cuts] [Killah Priest] My mic's the microchip My rhymes are the hieroglyph From the edge of a spiral cliff Hurling my rap books to the wind Like a staff through a tree I cringe(?) Then get up with a sick grin The sacrifice Thoughts are magnetic I bring down satellites Forget ya'll earthlings I spit for the afterlife Astral projection My face see inside of paradise Either ya'll half man pussies Or ya'll straight hermaphrodites Parallel worlds Your bodies I twirl Then throw ya'll far into the galaxy Who want to challenge me? You out of reality I come down your flight of prayers As if they were escalator stairs The death relate is here Your respirators prepared I bake myself a cake using the ozone layer Happy birthday Blow out the stars in heaven Get high taking mushroom clouds Spit bars of Armageddon The super God of weirdness Sincere-ness Share bliss I spit that heaven & hell, life & death That here & now, to outer realms Genesis to twenty twelve In heaven, what separates good from evil Is a giant iron curtain Guarded by a lion with manes of serpents Priest, the wordsmith [Hook][Cuts & Scratches] [Killah Priest] King of kings Lord of lords I hold up a gold cup, filled with ???? of rap(?) Making an acoustic ball Revealing all [inaudable] Inside the mother space craft