Hello again, it's Killah Priest Above my forehead was the widow's peak Twelve edges of my hairline shaped like the letter ‘v' I'm writing in my room That's circular, that's the Merkabah Periodic tables is just furniture When I leave off in the molecular Nitrogen ship on my way to the Nebula Leaving all my competitors Forgive them for their depths as we also forgive our debitors And lead us not into temptation I been patient but my pen racing to end Satan That's borderline personality disorder Oh Zion daughters, I'm the flying saucer Approaching Orion borders My craft is in order To gas from water From solid to rocket Had blast from the headquarters Then boxed in the Pandora Then unlocked with the enchant callers God is not , original man the fathers The authors while y'all led like lambs to the slaughter We command the waters to split like Moses then God built the dam for our departure land explorer Transporter of the Torah I had to put on my trinoculars, that's a New Yorker to California Where the climate is much warmer The nights is marijuana And if it's KPOG fro cherry cola, the price is much shorter Sometimes I feel out of place Disconnected from the human race My therapist suggested I keep making records, said your message is great If they hate, let ‘em hate Keep taking ‘em to space And move at your pace ‘cause only the real gon' relate See, the people need healing And your music feed the children What an unbelievable feeling While the earth is still reeling Every person that's hearing are the merchants of brilliance It's the medicine, the cure, for many hurting civilians They call me an occult leader When all I do is quote Jesus Rendered to Caesar what seizes And yes, I spoke to the revolt seekers And we in red on the hope meter 'til my ghost go back into the ethers I leave an enigma like the Mona Lisa But with good times features You see, I can paint joy When the dark side of the moon like Pink Floyd When I was young, I stole the pencil from the secret temple, then I was able to draw noise So this is just a soul to soul from he who possesses the oldest scroll My ancestors on the totem pole Dress festive in golden robes So wind me up Put the time on clutch I got it from here A rhymer you can trust So how can I control the solar system, while I practice stoicism? And I just joined the social club for anti-socialism My explosive writtens is from the oldest cultures living Preserved in vaults forbidden Occurred in Moses' vision You disturb the occult that's hidden Have you not heard I form the words into my image? Horns and the goats of naked women Long coats and beheaded kittens Smoke too much weed, dust or PCP leads to personality cluster b, complex PTSD But Priest is the realest and sucker free Luckily I'm suddenly accompanied comfortably onto the walls of the wonderfully Gifted, stunningly the lyrics are holy spirits One become three, the trinity The author, the writer, the emcee that never existed The cure of magical thinking, KP