The Seer, the Poet - Killah Priest

— You don’t drink, do you?

— No

— Well, that’s what killed my Jack.

I told him it was the devil’s work,

but he wouldn’t listen to me.

And you can see where he is now

Oh, the devil’s all around us, mister, all around us, everywhere we go.

If we don’t fight him, if we don’t stand up to him, we suffer eternal torment

— Yeah, I’m sure you’re right

— I know I’m right, and I’ll tell you how i know.

It was on a Sunday

I was ironing, if you please, and that’s when it came out of a clear blue sky.

Oh, the dear good Lord’s own sweet breath and His voice like an electric

shock- I was revelated!

Oh, praise Him, mister, and praise his good works!

Do you read the Book?

— What book is that?

— Why, the good Book!

As the night falls like black curtains all across diversions

Urban streets, showered by a hundred curses

A man is murdered watching serpents now surface

Lurking through his denim purses

The birdhead, chirpin', I zone-trip through seven universes

My chakras working while addicts purchase from the heroin merchants

Behind my screwed face is a gold Pharaoh’s mask

Within my eye is an hourglass, skin like brass

Standing on unfinished corners with bleekers on us

Lilith watches I watch her too

Through my telescope 'Till this world envelopest

Inhale brimstone smoke

Graphics from my canvas of hand scripts

My ink brush of luck If every sea was ink

If every tree was a pen You could see what I think

Would you do it again?

My divine presence

My throne’s not for threshin' My mind’s the weapon

Its essence is seven

As soon as my poem begins Make your bones cringe

Amazing like the Stonehenge

Amun-Ra.

Priest, the God

Right before I get in my zone

I sit on my throne

I write vivid hieroglyphics on stones

Through mystic microphones

Places where shadows were born

So carol my songs

The Pharaoh has called

So travel, come all

The wings of heaven

Are tied to the wings of the ghettos

Tries to soar

But they’re pulled by the strings of devils

Our claws get netted

Then they pluck us

No justice

Our genetics, esoteric

Great grandmothers suffered

They cuss us, then cuff us

We wasn’t custom

We precious

I pray like Adam the Giant

In an Eden of lions

Flaming bodies

In the horizon

Way past Orion

There’s a city arising

With celestial princes

Prophets and Kings

From off every planet

Forming a solar regime

They say, «Come brother

Join us.»

But my time is not up

So I lay in the cut

My voyage is not for many years

So while I’m still here

I spit that solar-facts rap

That street kingpin

That tall man with green skin

Feel me?

'Till then, and I see wings in my lens

I rep the hood

I love Apple Bottoms

Stress is no good

It leads to that bridge

Over Gehenna

I rather see the earth greener

Disobedience led a curse between us

The mystic physics of Priest pictures

In Kabbalistic Scriptures

Dissect the High Priest Rhymes

The wardrobe of Coogi

The luggage of Louis

I lynched my gold neck, hung my jewelry

Beneath my hair cut, I wear a Kufi

Feel me?