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letra de the path - killah priest

scientists study the rhesus monkey
near the eastern countries
greece for caesar’s and egyptian mummies
she takes a sip of honey
the queen bee
high is the hive amongst the trees
the monks roll up leaves
harvest rice and tea on a donkey
flower nectar
lotus
they notice bees hungry
the powders measured
and put in grams to pakistan
it’s stacked in brand
and placed upon a caravan
ancients is the pharaoh’s land
and bantus where the camel stand
they take samples and light candles and
gamble mouth rambling
the taboo of tattoos of heru on tamu
angel gabriel
cain and abel
the ring of chain appraisal
prayer holy air up the nasal
ointments sage roots and basil
my acupuncture
my voodoo doll pins and jesús
dead bleeding from the crucifix holes i hold
let his blood drip in the bowl
i keep fl!cking his skull
then i pick a pitch in his bulge
then fill the dish with some cloves
rosemary’s in the foot of a crow
cats tongue
i’m the black one
before my raps come
these are my actions
each bar i packed them with bat crumbs
and broaden my pen
before i begin
these are my origins
deadly 4 sins of the hors-m-n
the philistines the guliitione
cut off their foreskins
saul and david were still the kings
atheist whole crosses
i’m lawless when writing
flawless
torture
horrors when rhyming
rigor mortis outlining
with white chalk
lights off
priest with the mic cross
k!llah let the knife talk
leave you on the sidewalk
the ghost rides the white horse
rat dies from nighthawks
unholy ceremony begins, light the torch
the corpse
the seance
white paper
black crayons
path to the graveyard
mass under the quasars

heavens clash with h-ll
gravity repels
the mountains lift up as well as the storms fell
flip the coin
heads or tails on jezebel
crucifixion or bed of nails
lucifer christians the undead dwells
eyes closed so did the bible and said spells
he likes his wine rare in grails
beheld
her eyes were white like the pearls from her oyster sh-ll
when i write is like show and tell
israelites and the old israel
the 60 life with cointel, pro
chariots of fire follow my flow
with wing angels
each direction arching they bows
i got dark as they go
black cherub on strumming harps can expose
they come apart into priest fold
me and the beat becomes one soul
then i fade into night while waving the mic
witness the son’s scrolls
written on my pineal pen
no beginning no end
h-ll is only begotten
it came from the wind
i’m a daemeon to kundalini
i lift my beanie there’s a blue genie
next to godliness
too clingy
but true kingly
priest abzu anu or enki
or enkidu
i’m just an emcee
kp
the corpse
the seance
white paper
black crayons
path to the graveyard
mass under the quasars

- killah priest

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