[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
From the great universe
From the moon to the earth
Then from the womb to the nurse
Groomed for the hearse
Tiny room in the church
’til you’re finally consumed in the dirt
Your name on a tomb, but you was entombed so you reversed
From the tomb to the dirt, you morph back on your shirt
Hopped out of the hearse, back to the nurse
Now you’re in the womb before your birth
The moon craters, tomb raiders, truth sayers, shoot lasers
Draw from thе ocean, earth equators, who’s grеater?
The lesser light, media write, birthright, fluorite
Absorb night, which is [?]
Bright aura, owls spread their wings before it
See it in the orbits, like the orb lit
See the Taurus, the pyramids on the crust
We’re all made from stardust
The god touch, bars thrust
Save a hundred moons in the galaxy’s womb

[Verse 2: Bliss]
It’s that ancient knowledge of a sacred goddess
Matron naked, laced in promise of a faithful harvest
From the spell to blood rush to being raced by comets
She failed to love, come so we can embrace the progress
Tasteful bodice, enticing graceful sonnets
The lunar caused the tuna to speak race [?]
Kahuna chant [?] bright [?]
Late bloomers feeling blessed, assume that night of suitors
Tunes bulging with the light, illuminate the pewter
Replace the moon with space, eliminate the future
The craters like your sutras, disintegrate computers
Scars of contact, placed by bomb scat
The meteors in space, debris, the moon dusted race decrees
Placed by humans of thirty-third degrees
Flood holy lands sprung out the Dead Sea
The purity of the gold that penetrates the breeze
Plant seeds to erase disease and irrigate the trees
Staking claims to a skin like they own my kin
Put a [?] rim and deface the sun’s twin
Natural satellite that attracts the sun’s grin
Reflect peace, love and light attached to young men
Perform rituals at the altar, extract sacrifice
Drawing down the moon, the young women pass their rights
It’ll pass tonight to rise when night falls
In the croon of all bright calls, shine the room to light halls
A hundred plus moons in the solar system
Yet she’s the only one gifted to ignite the wisdom
Room swelling with the vision groomed with the night’s mission
It [?] the tradition, balancing the earth’s riches
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