[Intro: dialogues from The Twilight Zone]
- You don't drink, do you?
- No
- Well, that's what killed my Jack. I told him it was the devil's work, but he wouldn't listen to me. And you can see where he is now
Oh, the devil's all around us, mister, all around us, everywhere we go. If we don't fight him, if we don't stand up to him, we suffer eternal torment
- Yeah, I'm sure you're right
- I know I'm right, and I'll tell you how i know. It was on a Sunday
I was ironing, if you please, and that's when it came out of a clear blue sky. Oh, the dear good Lord's own sweet breath and His voice like an electric shock- I was revelated! Oh, praise Him, mister, and praise his good works! Do you read the Book?
- What book is that?
- Why, the good Book!

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
As the night falls like black curtains all across diversions
Urban streets showered by a hundred curses
A man is murdered watching serpents now surface
Lurking through his denim purses
The birdhead chirpin', I zone-trip through seven universes
My chakras working while addicts purchase from the heroin merchants
Behind my screwed face is a gold pharaoh mask
Within my eye is an hourglass
Skin like brass, standing on unfinished corners
With bleekers on us, Lilith watches I watch her too
Through my telescope 'til this world envelopes
Inhale brimstone smoke, graphics from my canvas of hand scripts
My ink brush of luck if every sea was ink
If every tree was a pen you could see what I think
Would you do it again?, my divine presence
My throne's not for threshin', my mind's the weapon
Its essence is seven,as soon as my poem begin
Make your bones cringe, amazing like the Stonehenge
Amun-Ra
Priest, the God
[Chorus]
Right before I get in my zone, I sit on my throne
I write vivid hieroglyphics on stones through mystic microphones
Places where shadows were born, so carol my songs
The Pharaoh has called, so travel, come all
Right before I get in my zone, I sit on my throne
I write vivid hieroglyphics on stones through mystic microphones
Places where shadows were born, so carol my songs
The Pharaoh has called, so travel, come all
So travel, come all

[Verse 2 ]
The wings of Heaven is tied to the wings of the ghettos
Tries to soar but they're pulled by the strings of devils
Our claws get netted, then they pluck us, no justice
Our genetics, esoteric, great grandmothers suffered, they cuss us
Then cuff us, we was accustomed, we precious
I pray like Adam the Giant in an Eden of lions
Flaming bodies in the horizon, way past Orion
There's a city arising with celestial princes, prophets and kings
From off every planet forming a solar regime
They say, "Come brother, join us."
But my time is not up so I lay in the cut
My voyage is not for many years, so while I'm still here
I spit that solar-fact rap, that street kingpin
That tall man with green ski, feel me?
'Til then, and I see wings in my lens
I rep the hood, I love Apple Bottoms, stress is no good
It leads to that bridge over Gehenna
I rather see the earth greener
Disobedience led a curse between us
The mystic physics of Priest pictures in Kabbalistic Scriptures
Dissect the High Priest Rhymes
Of wardrobe of Coogi, the luggage of Louis
I lynched my gold neck, hung with jewelry
Beneath my hair cut, I wear a Kufi, feel me?
[Chorus]
Right before I get in my zone, I sit on my throne
I write vivid hieroglyphics on stones through mystic microphones
Places where shadows were born, so carol my songs
The Pharaoh has called, so travel, come all
Come all, so travel, come all