[Chorus x2: Chief Kamachi] These are timeless, these are scrolls The work is a magic healing our souls These are timeless, these are scrolls This work is a magic healing our souls [Chief Kamachi] Yeah, my life changed when I seen my son at birth It's a blessing just to breathe and come to Earth Unlimited bodies, infinite minds Twelve months, seven planets restricted to signs The Chinese say, "life follows cycles in nine" The OGs say, "Son, load up a rifle for mine" It's so dark now, don't think the righteous will shine But I think like all Twelve Disciples can rhyme With my spiritual hands tryna reach for your spine It's like magic when I put a j**el in your palm There's only one God, that's the first rule of Islam I live for the sword, I'm true to the bomb I'm the soul of black soldiers that was blew up in Nam Over white candles reciting the 23rd Psalm Stay connected through the storm and the calm Spirits on the other side know my word, Born Peculiar magician, solar physician Heal the world, an*lyse just the stars position It's the Mic Christ on an atheist petition Kamachi, back from my mystic mission [Chorus] [k**ah Priest] I'm one of the wives of Solomon, had a role model like him It was Kane and Rakim, I would follow my pen I would see galaxies of MCs in the form of astrology And Doctors, I would follow their lead Lights in the shape of mics, and different planets Days and nights I would crave to write Back down to the Earth in a new form and rebirth Defined as God, deep searchers studied me first I look within, I got took within I found Brooklyn in the heart where I put my pen Created rhymes, made good for men And women, like the Tree of Life Every day I breathe I write, that was my freedom rites My pen and pad, that was my Kingdom of Christ No distractions, that's backwards, what I practised The rap gift that I spew out was magic [Chorus]