Killah Priest: Psychonistary Mystic Breath

Psychonistary Mystic Breath

[Intro: Killah Priest]
My rhymes will take the shape of the first earthquake

[Killah Priest]
Inside the black holes theres weather
It rains down streams of light anytime I fiend for the mic
So as I relax in my chair my ideas is like the eyes of the sphere
Clear, clear before the great tribulation upon all rappers is here
So I sit back in the atmosphere like cast out a spear
A lightning rod, emcees are striking from afar
Til the air swollen with powdery bones, blood and blackness
You hear crackling noise that frightens your mob
Then I tighten my job, in this no emcee shall remain left
Some should complain from the pains in the chest
Once I start the rapper's heart attack I came with death
I should threaten every emcee at my presence
The rap game will now turn into Armageddon
When the Priest brainstorm
Believe me its gonna rain strong and remain long
I laughed at it, it cause power outage in backup sewer drains
And hurricanes are spawn
And it hit like napalm once I squeeze the crayon
Floods will occur, moved pyramids will emerge
At the birth of pharaohs son the sky will rain down mud
Evil thoughts are brewing in my mind while I grab the pen and stir
Cause every mic I grab I destruct
And you dont wait for Priest to rhyme you wait for Priest to erupt
Watch me grab the mic and then it heat up
And itll melt away as soon as he touch
Its like the pen got a nuclear warhead
All I gotta do is push the button and its mass of destruction
No reconstruction or reproduction cause its one trillion degrees of heat is coming
Ill evaporate your weak production and Ill keep erupting
Priest dont rhyme he erupts
And the strained doctrine is of Rakim with Kane
If you choose any rapper both options remain
They say when he lay in his mausoleum his apostles will seek him
His name is in fossils, his armour in coliseums
His rhymes in art museums
Hes known as Apollo and is marked as a beacon
Enter, you must break through the cobweb
The old Egyptian priest just nods his head
Pointing his finger down the shadowy path
Thats the place where Priest builds his craft
Look, the canals of our brain leads down to an aisle of a king
You see the white tile/towel, theres the ring, grab it
Now you alone in a desert, theres nothing but sand dunes and stone hedges
Youre in the zone staring at old ruins of a throne beneath a moon crescent
Dont go in that direction cause somewhere up there roams a leopard
In my mind, and hes walking over broken microphones and records
Suddenly you turn around and you face a dark shepherd and youre shown a message
His bones are wretched and his torn head definite
He said he came from a sand cone
He came to bring me back home through an exit
The night turns to day and the sky becomes fluorescent
Finally you came to the place where you were destined