Killah Priest - To Be King lyrics

rate me

Alien abduction, crack pipe seduction

His weed lip proceed to see shit for tellin' what's coming

Malachi York talk, see Pale horses runnin'

Gray clouds gather over slave, child, and master

Dickies cap turn to a crown, royal pen fell

Laid down this chapters

Red carpet hurling from God's hands

Out of heaven's projects, 900 worlds before me

It's no objects, (nope) my six inner eyes foresee so cosmic

My heart beats outside of my chest

To be king these fools, to be lied on my death

God energy hides in my breath

I spit, see divinity colliding with flesh

I speak jewels after diamonds are pressed

Inside my skulls are all the bodies of Orion compressed

Now come bless

To be king - the child, his death, his glory

To be king - the word of mouth, his teks, the story

My bars artery bleeds photography

See the artistry in galleries of galaxies and odyssey

Unroll the scrolls of dark prophecies

On top of black gothic pew

Reporting crimes that shift the globe

Priest, the fallen rise, his Book of Job

They said toxins finally took his toll

But look behold

I take you on a Brooklyn stroll

A street kid to a king in robe

Since a shorty throwin' dreams I hold

I'm having strange diagnoses when I'm writing hopeless

I focus, rhymes are drug, potion potent

I fill my blood with a dosage

I see cop cars clapping at convicts, in hot pursuits

Niggas shooting burners and hiring prostitute

High heels, dark corners, Timb boots

Dealer with lots of loot

Demon in amour suits

Houses, barnyards fill with militia groups

I also see a thousand palaces in the sky

My third-eye unchain a phoenix bird, fly

I see hundred of prophets in my conscious

Reaching for my palm thru a fence

Than read the psalm, you a prince

My rap's bad poof for baptizing gangstas as old school

Niggas and killas, rocking gold jewels

Visual pro-tools, tryptamine sixteen

Xanax, hands a sketch, orbit trip

Hieroglyphs across ya eye lids screens

Livest kings, rise of the machine

The manatees, gold body

Volts run thru us, Pope's Godly

His heart beats like God walk thru the streets

The three Killah P trilogy

Stoneheart of Mozart, flow's dark

Blows wizardry, gold frames

Flow on the stained glasses, break it into fragments

On this canvas from the carving of the dragon

Blasting the futuristic model magnum

The hollow's atom, the Red Sea under red sky

The Blood King, Young Jedi

The fire and the blood rise, shoot outs his eyes and his mouth

Devour all, power fall from the outer laws of the universe

I shoot a verse, bring down his walls

Spread the flower for his morgue