k**ah Priest - Color of Ideas lyrics

[Verse 1: k**ah Priest] Ancient worlds with airplanes, scientists can't explain Shadow pharaohs travel aboard portal trains Through wormholes abode, without burning coal At dusk priceless busts like Tut and sit on gold Before the lord raindrops hit the globe to wash away the giants of old Before Adam lying in the garden with his ribs exposed Reconstruction of the cosmos, the worlds that God rose [Verse 2: k**ah Priest] The imagination has a bridge to fascination to which we live In Genesis take a pilgrimage to the wilderness Stop searching for the wiz What you need? Courage, heart or a brain? Rediscover each part, I'll explain The tin man is the working man, he had no heart for retire plans The scarecrow was the Farmers Y'all know they say southern people had no brains Without them we get no vegetables or grains Zion was the lion, had no courage Dorothy and the dog now is now uncovered [Verse 3: k**ah Priest] The origins of the kabbalah The Moors bend before Allah The articles of the merkabah God moves in the aggadah Black Jews salute, Yahawah Yahweh, Yahuwah My medulla go through futures A pearl in the sky A cloud in the shape of a shell in the land where Oysters die I stood on the beach, I started to cry Sand shot from eyes, I dive in the ocean to dry [Verse 4: k**ah Priest] Memoirs of of tomorrow, a ship lodged in a bottle Societies beneath a sun inside a Earth that's hollow Fuel burst from Apollo, a crew search for a marble That can give each human the feeling like it hit the lotto The sky fell by the head of a swallow A thousand eagles lifted it off it's body And back to the cosmos, book scrolls and novels Subatomic clouds above a conscious crowd That stand on radio actives sand Hundreds of white garments bow Beneath the moon is the barn owl Land of the black alien wizards Alpha Dracon star human seas, Luciferians and mystics Priest the autoraptatrone, the megaspitacron The grand mic holder, the HipHopgrapher n******ggon Melaninated wars, he elevated from floors Back into the light holding a mic Through metal spaceship doors that hover the lake fog The color of ideas Everybody loves the sunshine from Roy Ayers Play em back to back sit back enjoy the spheres