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killah priest - sacred grounds lyrics

as angels fold their wings
like vultures over kings
left their skull and bones expressed with screams
naked wet in streams
cold +water+
runnin’ +drownin’+
bodies sunken
each finger adorned golden rings
each tell their moments with heroic genes
it’s detailed perfectly, encrypt in codes on beams like mercury
written on scrolls unseen
only the worthy see
missing head rolls from guillotines and perjury
body relеased the soul in surgery
thе mirror is cleaned before it cracks
k!ller is back at the murder scene to clear his tracks
at the darkest hour of the night
glides on the wings of bats
like the black avenger called to crawl above the phoenix’s back
swirling ravens around my fountain pen
is off my written text, unforgiving death [?]
if so, i write this, a pistol holding a crystal, trying to counter them
when rhymes are balancing, and the mind is challenging
in all my writing books, that lightning pushed
opened with burinin’ pages
[?] from sermons from ages
a lot remain hermits and nameless
hip+hop [?] minister of greatness
came in the game from sp+ceship
my murkable message
wordsmith on [?], magic, check it
it’s like i am related to the inventor of tetris
it’s weird
casue’ as my name slowly go down in the pages of history
the book disappears
my bars then reappear in shapes that’s great
from the top, then slowly drops, is recurring as ghostly hip+hop
i’m the phantom, hold your attention for ransom
in my father’s house, is mini+mansions
each room a bar or lounge and expanding
a black case, stretched next to a celtic [?]
the crest etched upon my [?]
red rosaries, holy beads, they ran
i wrote a creed for the dead, the ghost, and elderly
try to put a hex+ a spell on me
ropes around the next fell from trees
open the door of the cellars
make you [?] h+ll for centuries
as the middle+aged cell reveals the emcee
kp, a executioner, with the letter from lucifer
the dreads go booyaka! from referencing [?]
i’m really that vulgar, as i read from the [?] of vultures
i’m hip+hop, i’m the city and the culture
watch, i play chess upon the universe
math first, flat earth, pull up my chair
i used the borough of queens
as my queen protects, brooklyn is king
they call check as i place manhattan on the maddison square
they [?] calm, you can’t touch the bronx
you in check, you gotta problem tryna lift up harlem
he touched long island next, i start smiling
that’s checkmate, staten island
32 pieces from my sholin set
who want next? i shuffle tectonic plates like it’s a deck
any concept, my sword [?] with all flesh
it’s k!llah priest, the war vet
the [?], code of arms and medals on my broad chest
[?] shove devils into a vortex
eyes yellow, like the great owl
as my mic appears from out of grey clouds
my verse heard in wave sounds
in frequencies of high pitches
higher than hieroglyphics
the lyrics is aged now, a sage found
i knew i stay bound, young with a face frown
i’m older with grace, all my shoulders gold plates
i went from headaches, but now on my head is where they place crown
caution when walking on my stage
which is sacred grounds

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