[Produced by Don P] Cocaine Israelites! [k**ah Priest] Yo I spit like Alex Jones on my pile of poems Palace's shown, let knowledge be known Seven crowns under my cap, Assyrian max Clapping at the transplant city with surgical gats Foreign objects, the Gods be swerving through comets Sumerian garments, when I show up at the conference But the thugs get mad when I speak like Disciples that seek Christ It's the way of a Buddhist in street life Let's get deep like Rabbi Bevins, L. Liezert Keep snakes from the inner city around in my radar n***as waiting on my instructions for destructions But I keep 'em in God discussions about stars in clusters They be tripping when they see the mobster Talk about hieroglyphs and the line of chakras They lift their piffs, smoke like a Rasta Hit the strip like in five cars Priest God dimension, alien flow in my crown bars [William Cooper] This goes out to all my wolves doing bids Illuminated pyramids, the Pharaoh of the bricks The dope-fiends fix that crack pipes, the devil's kiss Black Market hieroglyphs engraved in the four-fifth Was crucified to the cross, now I got holes in my wrist P.O. examine my piss and yeah I still blow piff I follow Christ footsteps wit a loaded gun on my hip William Cooper number one on the FEDS list It's a blessing I still exist, uninfected by the microchip Digital terrorist study Saddam's blueprints My face carved in the sphinx ________ and holy ink Pour out liquor before I drink, the end game is just a blink Wash blood off in the sink, no I ain't gon' to the cling It's like armed robbery, the way they rewrite history Spit in the face of poverty, ain't nuttin changed, Barack lied to me The CFO diary smash murder and piracy It's time to wake up the zombies with the visions of Gandhi