[Verse: Killah Priest]
You’re prohibited to walk in the pyramids of the mysterious
Walk in the room, touch the tomb of the lyricist
Can’t let go, see my genesis (my beginning)
Truth be told, behold my witnesses
This bad luck is said born from the ducks
It’s hard to stand, all sides you’re stuck
The stones you clutch ’til it begins to fill up
Every four seconds the walls erupt
Every door then shuts, say, "Hocus pocus"
The oldest poets old as Moses, holding the golden cobras
Guards align like Roman soldiers
You heard the rhyme the omens told you
Tear through thе cobwebs in darkness
Read thе words that God said but you’re too hardhead
Now your arms go dead, you turn into carcass
Get your palms read or run through the graveyard instead
Unconscious, reoccurring
You’re prohibited to walk in the pyramids of the mysterious
Walk in the room, touch the tomb of the lyricist
Delirious, I’m King Arthur of the merkaba in winged armor
The dream solver, assume legend, Lord of Arada
From the dooms of shepherds, swinging the sword of the Father
Say abracadabra, I’m the mad hatter of matter
The traveler of Sumeria, the commander of Africa
Went from Canaan of Canada
Went from Wu-Tang to Super Saiyan of the Ukraine
Fire your manager, if he’s a fan, I call him a fanager
He’s just an admirer, I call him an amateur
So laid to rest under a cemetery sunset
Young death, one less so come test
The etherean beings from the heavenly worlds
Star Sirius B coming in and out of nirvana like a sauna
Too hot like Chiganja
As I take you to the man that’ll show you the man that’ll take you to the man that created the monster
My mic cord is connected to a psych ward
My doctor said I was different with nightfall
I write war but slowly between red candles and white dogs that snarl at every punchline, ready to bite y’all
This is just a formal response to those who’d express
The rap elders are jealous
Y’all failed to realize was true failure
Let the fortune teller help ya
Let’s be clear, the address of your grievance and being disobedient
For to war is not the ingredient for mistreatment
You lack respect’s what the teacher’s teaching
Y’all seem pervasive when speaking of the ages
Today kids, this is sacred
My spot is here for years
Let’s wait some years, let’s see if y’all still be here
You have no inherent or expressing state until obligation to accommodate what you create
Make no mistake, this is no debate
The goal is to be great
Only the real can relate
If you’re hypersensitive, that’s ‘cause your writing skills are limited
Put it in your heart and remember it
Though I empathize the emotional stress that comes with approaching the best
This is the test
It’s improbable, a juvenile
Even your chance of what you consider rap is deep
Just be meek, like MJ say, "You reach, I teach"