[Killah Priest]My pages are canvas, the madnessFilled wit killers wit hammersGalleries are projecties and povertySecrete societies ran by schools that Harvard breedsThe horror still haunts me, then the dark art we bleedUpon the heads of the childrenSpread thru each building in the ghettoPresto, pop up books of cops and crooksWatched by Bush - organizationWith horns of Satan, performs the ancient rituals of paganThat's why I spit that Joshua ApocryphaMy mind's the photographer, the philosopherThe boar's head is in the pot for yaThe Moors spread the doctrine for usTo teach our black kids before the craft liftOr shake in the casketThe last ship is at the Rapture and that's itIt's that quick, this is that hit, this is that hit(Chorus) PriestStorms shall flown outta the skies...Look within and open your eyes...We are the children of the 'Most High'...Ha-ha-ha-haha-ha-ha...[Chief Kamachi]The Western man abolished the artsChildren of Bethlehem did Astrology chartsThree Wise Men followed the starsNow three American youths following carsBring truth it's what we doing for OZSharp spiritual arches shooting from MarsGo for your gold, stumbling soulsGhetto heaven where the first stomach rumble as roseBut you are the future, the ones they choseMind of the Sphinx ask why they chiseled the nose?Cuz you pollute the Earth, you know how your seeds will growLife's a hard cell and death ain't reasonableStill ain't blessed faith been goodI ain't Christian, them burnt crosses is wasting woodWho knew a plate of food for thought could taste this good?On my knees I prostrate and face the hood(Chorus) Priest 2x