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letra de immortal light - killah priest

(amazing)
a luminary consuming cherries, mushrooms and berries
beneath the endless skies in gemini, in june i’m in tune with fairies, lit pituitary (very interesting face)
i see tombs in [?] civilized, they had sewers ready (then again i knew it would be)
some lift the bricks huge and heavy during the same time [sumer?] had levees they fertilized with cow manure, the water fluid was steady, now the scrolls are buried
palms that are old and sweaty took the cloth off the bottle and dashed rosemary then anointed his own skull and face [?], turkey, xerxes, persia and [?]
my words to emcees
you look for herb, you speak to a bush with burning leaves, remove your shoes, fall on your knees
this is not heavy mental, this the master of the mysterious, the mind moving the macabre, manipulate mercury perfectly, my dark matter is horror
the golden guru of google, the yahweh of yahoo and youtube
arm, leg, leg, arm, h-rns and crown of th-rns head sp-wn the dawn of the dead
all the natives are blue and the sky was red, and at night the tribes glow like stars and all the planets look like feathers on heads
little water’s talking from the medicine bed
ate unleavened bread, buns from the sun of heaven, fed crumbs from off the floor
greeks with no t–th, just gums, l!ck with their tongue, sit at the master’s feet, were bums, beggars, their legs were too weak and numb, their gestures pointed to their deceased and young
who else you know can rhyme like this?
who else you know can take your mind through a time you felt exist?
quiet your brain, let me help you with it
it’s getting hot, check the celsius, h-ll melting every cell in yourself, you burn, turn your sh-ll into a crisp
your spirit leaves your physics like a mist to the outer limits and the alchemist under your algorithms
every sentence in my albums written attempting to give you power building, maybe turn you into flower children
the lotus, they notice when the alpha’s risen, my ascension go through cloud dimensions
the mouse is fast, but the owl’s sitting, his talons hidden for gripping, he’s silent in blizzards, he flew down, touched the ground as a wizard
as he walked, he morphed into priest, when he walked through portals like the immortal light, meditating, shutting doors
the more i write, all the crystals in my house come together to form organite, the windows open up by themselves, curtain blows, menorahs light
i hold onto the string theory, i pause, looking up at my higher self like i saw a kite
divinity around me like a king surrounded by all his knights (amazing)
the proto-origin of blackness, the sun’s like oranges in patches, i pick and put them in baskets, tree of life
his eyes is red, his t–th is white (very interesting face)
wooly head, his feet ignites, features of christ (then again i knew it would be)
unleashing the dead with me on the mic
monumental congo temples confidential, cosmo ceremonial science, serious super mind, manufacture of m-n-scripts, mutating while rhyming
ll leon devil sp-wn, h-llish forms of angelic zealics the rebellious warned
the selfish from dorms were relics are torn
i’m meditating with the natives in the sweatbox, water drops from the wet rocks, our minds are free as it gets hot
now i play chess a lot, study the [maat?] and the [?]
i leave ox megabot, ziggurat spirit watch, a witch’s knot
i’m mr. spock in a mystic spot, i’m from the hominid that’s dominant, a king’s continent, streams of consciousness
look around, there’s crowns on a winged monument
the smoke rings are opening, see my providence of promises, the source of confidence
gods and goddesses bask in the ambience
most high [?], if i should die before i wake and feel the evil embrace of the eagle’s lethal claws fit in my pores and face, i pause as i’m left and taken away
back to his cosmic nest, i’m losing consciousness
my spirit disconnects as it devour my flesh, it’s called the coffins caressed, the [?] hug, you are now with us above, amongst the angels of love
there’s abel, there’s [?], there’s gabriel, that’s tahuti, that’s taharqa, that’s tamusi and i’m the father, golgotha
now it’s just a riverbank with seagulls and otters and fish that’s swimming through the skulls of heroes and martyrs and right above is just a ground zero for joggers
in the days of old they said they created souls from the wheel and the potter, the kabbalah scrolls said it’s the wheel of the macabre, from the pineal is the zeal is the seal of the nagas
they said a strand of web is strongest still as rain to steal on the flowers
more ground to till as you heal from the copper
i showed you my views while standing on a hill of masada
[been israel?] since a toddler

- killah priest

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