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killah priest - the craft lyrics

[verse]
on the tracks i feel the power of god that would collapse your house of cards
a glass of champagne in my hand, in my mouth a cigar
i inhale then blow out fumes that will show you pharaohs’ tombs
that i unmasked, as they gasp, you face your doom
poisonous snakes slither on you
you have visions of you in the delivery room, being shoved back up in your mother’s v+g+n+
the doctor’s fist in her womb, holding crucifixes and scissors, reading scriptures, scooping and digging with spoons
witches on broomsticks flying past the yellow moon
meet the devil soon
i’m with rebels and goons
no honey or milk, i’m lactose
on the island of patmos
lakes with thousands of tadpoles
frogs, the fog, been here so long i grow out my afro
i don’t evеn know if i’m in the celestials sphеres or the natural
no one else is here, no haplo
jesus christ, i take out a knife and sacrifice a fat goat
slit his throat, throw him on top of the ash, watch him and his calf smoke
open the book of daniel, sit down, stare in the mirror, looking like kevin samuels
behold in the midst of the seven candles
one who sit like emmanuel
one who shift into six animals
three was a fish, a lamb and bull
i come swift and the planets pull
approaching comets, i’m like nostradamus, the ghost of prophets
broken promise brought the locusts on us
we’re at our lowest conscious, i’m just bold and honest
took off the shogun’s garment
then pulled a sword out the sheath, at peace
my knees fall on carpet
any beat, priest flow with a calmness
it’s like i go in the closet to glow in the darkness
‘cause the critic says this flow has mold and is tarnished
nah, i’m just a golden adonis, a poet that leaves opponents astonished
or any listener or hearer of my words
i turn them all into visioners, god+whisperers, or prisoners
penpals, gentiles behind the bars, time served
i’m the judge and the jury and the court officers
you get caught off of dust
i’m even the foreigners, deloreans with big coffee mugs
‘cause when i talk it’s like drugs, just give me a beat, then it’s complete
earthquakes below, storms above, then it clash
k!llah priest now appearing in your contrast
try to add it up, this is beyond math
this is beyond class, welcome upon my craft
[sample]
you seem quite reserved tonight

i’ve been studying ufos, did you know there are ufos out here flying around, unidentified ob— (+laughter+)

this would be the place for them, southern california (+laughter+)

i’m serious, they’ve sighted a bunch of ‘em in georgia, i’ve seen ‘em at night, uh they have real photos of ‘em, and the government and the people just completely seem like, ‘don’t talk about it,’ but um, mr. harold salkin of washington dc, he’s head of the national ufo bureau, he brought me moving films, i actually have moving pictures of little saucers and great steel objects coming into pictures that people took, and i’m just surprised that don’t n0body talk more about it

…they call it swamp gas, and it’s something they don’t wanna— i don’t know what it is, but… i think i do, but uh there are actual saucers and objects coming within our atmosphere and flying around and people got pictures, everybody sight the same thing in every city, the red and blue and green lights, but the people who all just completely brush it off as if to say we are mentally off, but i don’t know what’s right ‘cause i’ve been seeing ‘em

well, why don’t they land then, muhammad? i mean, now, if they’re intelligent people, why wouldn’t they land and step out and say ‘hi there,’ or [?], whatever they say? ya know, why wouldn’t they make contact?

they probably figure they can’t get no sense out of the people here (+laughter and applause+)

we’ve never talked about that on the show, i didn’t…

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