[Intro]
Uh
You  know the journey
Through  the woods, it's all good
Uh, uh-uh-uh, la-la
Female trees in the forest, haha

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Frankincense  and murr, the ancient prince of words
The  color of wind, the sky flys with wingless birds
The seasons changin' rapidly, behold the sanity
Trapped  humanity, mechanically with fake gravity
Grabbin' me down the cavity where the savage be
Speak blasphemy, I teach magically
Priest Maccabee, the planet freeze to splash into a seed
Inhabit  freed, grasp what I see, chapters I read
Plus the arts I ching, Master Tiachi
My chakra charts the last of my breed
Slowin' my heart the faster I breathe
Then slowin' my breath to match my heart speed
The spine in my skull look like broccoli
Why die walkin' forest? It turn to the trees
Durin' harvest, return to a seed into a garden
Hear my voice in the breeze
And when the tree trunks storm together
See the monk meditate on a feather
[Chorus]
What profits a man who gains the world to lose another?
Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color
As I move through the world of wonder
Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under
What profits a man who gains the world to lose another?
Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color
As I move through the world of wonder
Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under

[Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn]
Inhalin' life from the kundalini, built with seven genies
Takin' notes, the great Mansa Musa
Sippin' honey wine made from kiwi
Feelin' blessed at my best, pray that Heaven see me
No, you can never be me, but you can always see me
Writin' songs to the xylophone
Piano keys, magic in the zone
The last abbot from the gold throne
Engraved diamonds, white and yellow stones
I speak in different tone
I let the spirit roam, heard it through the trumpets and the saxophones
She said, "I feel alone," but you not alone (Not alone, baby)
Look beneath the chromosomes and you will find your home
I quote these words from a ancient poem
Black angels from the hall of justice
The devil cannot touch us, salute to the most high, no one above us
You can speak, but you can never judge us
Freedom from the clutches
And you can hate, but only love can touch us
[Chorus]
What profits a man who gains the world to lose another?
Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color
As I move through the world of wonder
Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under
What profits a man who gains the world to lose another?
Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color
As I move through the world of wonder
Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under

[Verse 3: 60 Second Assassin]
This be the freedom of will, hearin' no evil
Speak no evil, so all lyrics be still to the melodic molected asonomy
My anonomy appearance so give the Suns some room
We in the woods with this one, everythin' spitted here be home grown
Wood breaks earth with so like my flow from out of the dirt
Cooperatin' mind, body, and spirit
You find me through that burnin' sensation of distance
A serious constant continuous, fiber and hyper optic
Musician winded spiritually spittin' wisdom formulated from out of the Quadri crystals
The gifted, sixty seconds still tickin'
Ethnological linguistic tongue of a English missile
So all wordplay is a sacrificial blood and tissue anachronism space engineerin' vision 'til it's written
Tamu primordial existence, breathin' background microwave radiates pure metaphysics

[Chorus]
What profits a man who gains the world to lose another?
Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color
As I move through the world of wonder
Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under
What profits a man who gains the world to lose another?
Caught up by the fools gold, blinded by color
As I move through the world of wonder
Sometimes I often wonder why the devil tries to keep us under