Immortal Yah - Killah Priest

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, winglike 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 you 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

To 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