[Killah Priest & Lil Davinci]
Open the heavens, release the Seven, then call on you, Lil Davinci, you ready?
Yeah
Let the angels sing, yo, Lil Davinci, get ‘em, Killah Priest, Lil Davinci, you ready?
Let’s get it
The heavens is ready
Lil Davinci

[Verse 1: Lil Davinci]
They’ll plan an exodus in my witnesses and listeners
Get ready for the visions in technicolor
Lil Davinci the kundalini OG
The [?] thanks to elohim
He made a team of gods once joined and became a global prop
A living messiah, Jeremiah and I carry the law
Many believe they saw of me
I went to David to King David to Lil Davinci
G rapping in dreams with Daniel
They recall me an angel Gabriel to come from the L
Gave messages from him as well
The masses in a sleep spell
Twenty-six Ls
Follow the star to the birth of Yahshua
I’m a lyrical monster
See I knew [?] put the "Mr." before "Incredible"
I conquered the mind, body and soul, the trinity
Born in the city of crystals
My assistance is everlasting
Fantastic sinus of flashes and lightening
It’s enlightening
[?] winds
[?] is a space station for humans
I provide my knowledge like an audio book
Look to the north, we are the angelic forces here for assistance
Citizens of earth
All praises due to self
I came to help you to see in technicolor
Peace to all my brothers and sisters
Here with Priest to make a feast out of two fish
[Lil Davinci & Killah Priest]
Peace to the gods of earth, Lil Davinci, I’m out of here, one, get ‘em, Priest
The heavens are open, the heavens are open
Let’s get it

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
In the city of the dead, take their head
Made a vapor spread
Heavy Mentalist spiritualist
The stone tablets turned to bread
The walls cave in, amen to the words he said
Five loaves, two fish, the multitude is fed
The third eye’s in technicolor
The pics are high res
The gods count their heads
One kufi, one turban and five fez
The heavens declared the glory
Observatories in Persia with categories of Africa’s blackest stories [?]
Nervous, I grabbed the coffee, took the burner, sat it softly on the table
Next to the cross and the halo, my chakra forces like a rainbow tornado
The crown is purple
They circle down
They’re round like fruits that produce roots of red like tomatoes
Lil Davinci, neo-angel