k**ah Priest - Mystic lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] Beyond divine intellect Yeah, spotted The almighty Priest Body, it's Priest that's gave body, thirteen [k**ah Priest] Priest the goblin, the yellow, streets be robbin' I'm throbbin', into my head, we move in cobwebs You see a large bed filled with holage Just do the knowledge, remind them Sit down, their palms are red, I'm the Mystic Black finger nails, blue lipstick Who is this? You hear music in the background You see backs and hear sounds, your trapped now You see wolves and blood hounds You the big bear in the hood and still a thug now I'm turnin' the streets into graveyards We lay them in cages, the eons left precise in clay jars Put 'em in tombs with mummies, and foreign countries Slept under the stars monthly, I'm starvin', hungry I pray to God on one knee Explodin' quasars confront me In the heavens I'm one legend, peace to Genie Many Shieks have seen me, many gypsies are misty Present from the Pharoahs themselves Share their myths in pyramids Late wives bein' curious, my spirit lives Forseen sectors from my ancestors Burried beneath the sand treasures You should know I'ma one legend [Chorus: k**ah Priest] I inherit this j**el, never sit with a fool Never eat with no booze, they'll poison ya food Who in ya?, enter the room That main body sh** rule I inherit this j**el, never sit with a fool Never eat with no booze, they'll poison ya food Who in ya?, enter the room That main body sh** rule That main body sh** rule [k**ah Priest] Turn into King Tut when my ink touch the paper I seen images of Asia, had visions of saviours In the ghettoes the Devil's painting is that of serpant Who does he worship, better serve us or turn to dust I bug out like I'm smokin' a bomb I seen n***as in coat of arms Vikings, Knights, Kings the sky's brightenin' from lightenin' Angels give me white wings to fly away In Heavens hotter ways, night turns to day Back to darkness over the projects The Indians fear and clap calm 'til they bodies dead And wings come out their back bone and they flap home Crack thrones with King's slumped bodies over k**ed by my soldiers I've told ya Chorus [Outro: k**ah Priest] Bodies baby, 2002 Give it to 'em Get away, the guns'll spray