My pages are canvas, the madness Filled wit killers wit hammers Galleries are projecties and poverty Secrete societies ran by schools that Harvard breeds The horror still haunts me, then the dark art we bleed Upon the heads of the children Spread through each building in the ghetto Presto, pop up books of cops and crooks Watched by Bush - organization With horns of Satan, performs the ancient rituals of pagan That's why I spit that Joshua Apocrypha My mind's the photographer, the philosopher The boss' head is in the pot for ya The Moors spread the doctrine for us To teach our black kids before the craft lift Or shake in the casket The last ship is at the rapture and that's it It's that quick, this is that hit, this is that hit (Chorus) Priest Storms shall flown outta the skies Look within and open your eyes We are the children of the 'Most High' Ha-haha-ha-haha-ha... [Chief Kamachi] The Western man abolished the arts Children of Bethlehem did Astrology charts Three Wise Men followed the stars Now three American youths following cars Bring truth it's what we doing for OZ Sharp spiritual arches shooting from Mars Go for your gold, stumbling souls Ghetto heaven where the first stomach rumble as rose But you are the future, the ones that are chose Mind of the Sphinx's asked why'd they chisel the nose? Cuz you pollute the Earth, you know how your seeds will grow Life's a hard cell and death ain't reasonable Still ain't blessed faith been good I ain't Christian, them burnt crosses is wasting wood Who knew a plate of food for thought could taste this good? On my knees I prostrate and face the hood (Chorus) Priest 2x
My pages are canvas, the madness Filled wit killers wit hammers Galleries are projecties and poverty Secrete societies ran by schools that Harvard breeds The horror still haunts me, then the dark art we bleed Upon the heads of the children Spread through each building in the ghetto Presto, pop up books of cops and crooks Watched by Bush - organization With horns of Satan, performs the ancient rituals of pagan That's why I spit that Joshua Apocrypha My mind's the photographer, the philosopher The boss' head is in the pot for ya The Moors spread the doctrine for us To teach our black kids before the craft lift Or shake in the casket The last ship is at the rapture and that's it It's that quick, this is that hit, this is that hit (Chorus) Priest Storms shall flown outta the skies Look within and open your eyes We are the children of the 'Most High' Ha-haha-ha-haha-ha... [Chief Kamachi] The Western man abolished the arts Children of Bethlehem did Astrology charts Three Wise Men followed the stars Now three American youths following cars Bring truth it's what we doing for OZ Sharp spiritual arches shooting from Mars Go for your gold, stumbling souls Ghetto heaven where the first stomach rumble as rose But you are the future, the ones that are chose Mind of the Sphinx's asked why'd they chisel the nose? Cuz you pollute the Earth, you know how your seeds will grow Life's a hard cell and death ain't reasonable Still ain't blessed faith been good I ain't Christian, them burnt crosses is wasting wood Who knew a plate of food for thought could taste this good? On my knees I prostrate and face the hood (Chorus) Priest 2x
