k**ah Priest - Psychonistary Mystic Breath lyrics

Psychonistary Mystic Breath [Intro: k**ah Priest] My rhymes will take the shape of the first earthquake [k**ah Priest] Inside the black holes there's weather It rains down streams of light anytime I fiend for the mic So as I relax in my chair my ideas is like the eyes of the sphere Clear, clear before the great tribulation upon all rappers is here So I sit back in the atmosphere like cast out a spear A lightning rod, emcees are striking from afar Til the air swollen with powdery bones, blood and blackness You hear crackling noise that frightens your mob Then I tighten my job, in this no emcee shall remain left Some should complain from the pains in the chest Once I start the rapper's heart attack I came with d**h I should threaten every emcee at my presence The rap game will now turn into Armageddon When the Priest brainstorm Believe me it's gonna rain strong and remain long I laughed at it, it cause power outage in backup sewer drains And hurricanes are spawn And it hit like napalm once I squeeze the crayon Floods will occur, moved pyramids will emerge At the birth of pharaoh's son the sky will rain down mud Evil thoughts are brewing in my mind while I grab the pen and stir 'Cause every mic I grab I destruct And you don't wait for Priest to rhyme you wait for Priest to erupt Watch me grab the mic and then it heat up And it'll melt away as soon as he touch It's like the pen got a nuclear warhead All I gotta do is push the bu*ton and it's ma** of destruction No reconstruction or reproduction cause its one trillion degrees of heat is coming I'll evaporate your weak production and I'll keep erupting Priest don't rhyme he erupts And the strained doctrine is of Rakim with Kane If you choose any rapper both options remain They say when he lay in his mausoleum his apostles will seek him His name is in fossils, his armour in coliseums His rhymes in art museums He's known as Apollo and is marked as a beacon Enter, you must break through the cobweb The old Egyptian priest just nods his head Pointing his finger down the shadowy path That's the place where Priest builds his craft Look, the can*ls of our brain leads down to an aisle of a king You see the white tile/towel, there's the ring, grab it Now you alone in a desert, there's nothing but sand dunes and stone hedges You're in the zone staring at old ruins of a throne beneath a moon crescent Don't go in that direction cause somewhere up there roams a leopard In my mind, and he's walking over broken microphones and records Suddenly you turn around and you face a dark shepherd and you're shown a message His bones are wretched and his torn head definite He said he came from a sand cone He came to bring me back home through an exit The night turns to day and the sky becomes fluorescent Finally you came to the place where you were destined