Killah Priest — Scrolls

[Verse 1] The godfather, the don, the Corleone, the seance The ceremony say raps of higher forms, quiet storm Distant lightning, different writing for worlds above and beyond The eons where spirits were born Behind history, the mystery, the rhyme was fixed by me With clouds and matter, black planets would gather I beat and plow, the others thought it was disaster I imploded then I wrote it and quote it The universe took notes, the second solstice The third day he stayed focused The first army I would see was a plague of roaches Then place outer space, from the rock showers to this place Empowered my faith, allowed her to base Then I would see storms form when I’m walking I stay silent, inside was a chalice, on the top was a palace [?] king called knowledge His service was my disturbance Woool let the earth twist I spit them pictures that’s perfect, wordsmith From a hundred and twenty million worlds Where milk flows over pearls like rivers over boulders The king of this land is a girl The devil’s his woman that grew from a dungeon Corrosion, she smells Her name is [?], the first [?] [Chorus] My tablets are savage These graphics are madness These chapters are scavenged These herbs of blackness My tablets are savage These graphics are madness These chapters are scavenged These herbs of blackness [Verse 2] Tomb raiders and gladiators with Sagittarius Looking for the bag buried beneath the cliff Spoils from remote areas I keep writing, a priest and a viking on a horse talk Asking directions from a man that reads thoughts Seven pieces of gold for your fortune told They shook their head no He pointed east and said, “Now go” I keep writing A Greek giant named Tyrus stepping on Persian soldiers, blood all over The winter’s colder, disturbing, a man grabbed his cobra The Persian king said, “the nerve of them” Heard their schemes, sent word to their regime Said a prayer, and god sent a [?] down the giant’s throat when he bolts He choked, falling towards the ground The tiny soldiers kept spears to his throat From Shakespeare’s ghost This is what I wrote, I awoke Seven spears, heaven cleared I saw glory telling time, my destiny’s here I shout to help me get there, but they told me turn slowly I did, I saw myself actually help me get up there I’m looking down from a chair then around in the air I’m finally here rubbing my beard Writing paper, now I’m on a horse riding in Asia Talking to nature, walking along craters My [?] outside of my flesh, my flesh inside of a stone The stone on top of a mountain, the mountains hold up a throne Since I was young, playing with Crayons The ball on a pen seemed big as [?] That’s a roll on but hold on Soon the vultures will make a poor meal of what is left Will my soul go upward or northwest? [Chorus] My tablets are savage These graphics are madness These chapters are scavenged These herbs of blackness My tablets are savage These graphics are madness These chapters are scavenged These herbs of blackness