k**ah Priest - Behind The Stained Gla** lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] ?Behind the Stained Gla**? You see the album cover Look behind the picture There?s something behind the picture The stained gla** [k**ah Priest] Let?s go beyond the spectrum of light To a thought, to a line, to my breath on the mic That?s the cost of the rhyme, I start from the left then I write Holding the pen by its abdomen Then started imagining myself through galaxies that I haven?t been With my index I begin to message my pen?s breast Performing poetical intercourse ?til the end get wet It climax when I rap, ejaculating ink when I think Masturbating to its brink Then inside my brain is the Big Bang This is more than just a sixteen, it?s a sick dream Exploding hypernova, so I write it over and over The righteous soldier with an Israelite culture I established the tablets of madness with graphics for savage Leaving fragments of bo?es, deadly poems, spread havoc [Break: k**ah Priest] ?Behind The Stained Gla**? Oh look ?Behind the Stained Gla**? Behind The Stained Gla** Don?t even search, look ?Behind the Stained Gla**? The curse will come [k**ah Priest] As I light up from the inside like an exquisite Asian paper lantern This is lyrics invading, drawing in the greatest patterns Started through the thermosphere, burning through the air Down through the atmosphere, through the mesosphere Broke through the layer, through the troposphere Past the stratosphere, I?m a giant magnet for ideas And it rotate light-years, pa**ing through the ozone Squeeze into the crack of dawn Then a rap is formed inside my brain, then it storms, rains long ?Til it fill up my pages with stained icons ?Til the mic warms, don?t turn those lights on Keep them off when I talk Distant galaxies will rush away from you Then you sway into a view Like a thermonuclear flash bulb Then you see my face splashed with blood Now when I turn on the lights it looks like a ma**acre It?s all over the gra** and my gloves [Break: k**ah Priest] ?Behind the Stained Gla**? Don?t look ?Behind the Stained Gla**? Don?t even search ?Behind the Stained Gla** [k**ah Priest] The dark grey tunnels of my conscious is complex It?s conscious with grave concepts In a black cave that echoes songs for the ghetto as I engrave my context Thoughts begin to compress, so I have to breathe with a calm breath It?s like I?m taking a long rest and it?s beyond stress ?Cause before I pick up my pen my palm sweat Everything in the song now connects So come along on a conquest My mind is outrageous, paragraphs and phrases Super compounds, nouns, words is written inside the pages To me the margin is just holograms When you write like King Solomon Everything seen through a scholar lens Take you to the outer realms No oxygen, just watched a film Whether it?s drawn in Sanskrit or even handwrit? Or even painted on the canvas, as long as you can understand it __ places out of tablets, books or handed in a pamphlet Or information from encyclopaedias Now we write graffiti ?cause we were pyramid architects That is some mysterious art I kept Mega irregular comparatives, superalitives, adjectives, adverbs Bad nerves, do not disturb once the wrist swerves It reads this word, Priest, the Da Vinci of this century [Break: k**ah Priest] ?Behind the Stained Gla**? Don?t look ?Behind the Stained Gla**? Don?t even search ?Behind the Stained Gla** Don?t even look ?Behind the Stained Gla** My real attribute can only be heard when a astro shoot My thought crawls ?Behind the Stained Gla**? Up through a narrow cone that comes out of my dome Just like a pharaoh sitting on a throne ?Behind the Stained Gla**?