Shadow Landz - Killah Priest

My pen’s the goggle lens, rap is ATVs

Hopping over sand dunes of mans' dooms

The grip’ll tell where a killer dwells

Hides out in Cancun, fucking Spanish women

Tanning in sands his hands is trembling from rubbing lotion on her

On nude beach, two freaks, she’s a goner

From street corners with heat on us

Come horseback riding with a tyrant who loves whores

But acts violent, he lures old women inside tents

Gets the knife in, slicing, it’s trifling

Lighting, spells out letters as he streak across the skies

Come snowboard with the Ghost Lord

This what I wrote for, this what the horoscope saw

Soar from out a celestial academy

Look at the tree of life diagram see Priest’s anatomy

From the medieval family called the Maccabeez

I grew up, left the Abbotcy, now they call me «Your Majesty»

Don’t be mad at me;

I’m just a deity

I took on an alias

Cause we can’t pronounce the true name of the aliens

The African-Aborigine-Israelien, King Arthurian

Half-Nazarian, half-celestrian barbarian

The Sefer Yetzirah cards said Priest is a God

Go ahead read them all, you’ll still see me as Lord!

Father’s Enoch, my Mother’s the Sephirot

Blessed, born naked near a barn in a dessert

Placed in the arms of a shepherd

I let the truth loose, before I take exit

Laugh to myself, how y’all calling me Walter?

Body never dies

It just turns to the white suds on top of ocean water

The transformation of my lines, the transmigration of the mind

See what’s in mine, a seed full of rhymes

Magicking classics, tablets go way past time

The Moon is for season, the comets for signs

When I’m writing, I have actual sightings

Come bring the good tidings, my offerings is essential

Take a glimpse into my view of my mental

I’m washing in the lonely streams

The blood stain cloth, king on his horse

Only in my dreams he would talk

Telling me this is Hell, just leave

He was compelling showing me the music industry

My records not selling, my ruins and the end of me eventually

Said if I don’t go back, the road is black, the crows attack

I step back, spoke in a rap then formed into a Golden Axe

Blood and feathers, it seems like we fought forever

The skies turned terror, his eyes and flesh turned leper

Then I turn to this heffer, she told me «the skeletal figure

Rides a white horse slowly across the fields, this means end change

Accept that life is cyclical and that you’re lyrical immortality»

Then I saw morgues around me, it got cloudy

She walked away, paused, she said «justice will be yours

A fair decision will be made in your favor», then I transformed into a gangster

(Priest), can’t believe that I wrote this on paper

(Stranger, damn, stranger, damn)