Shape Of The Land Killah Priest & Jordan River Banks

Born in the cornfield located near Israel surrounded by windmills sixty miles per wind chill
Protected from all the sharp sorters of spinning shield
I invented my pen skills
Thoughts race like Osiris being chased by [?]
Standing on sacred premises where the ancient were prohibited to walk in the pyramids
The coffers of hell, the corpses of lizard men
The women with gins, promiscuous
Living polygamous, people of genesis
Servers of incubus, [?] war tusk
Down the Roman halls where plenty are [?]
In god we trust, from the stars, I thrust
Man was made from condensed light into dust
I wasn’t born, I erupt, then placed alongside the ziggurat ducts
On the perfect night when I write undisturbed, you can see the trees flying silently over the birds
You can feel the hemisphere begin to merge
What do you prefer for the master of words?
From out of the nebula, to South America, to the south of Sumeria, from the most outward areas
Christ sent it, high dimensions, light enters, a bright splendor
Enter the matrix that life rendered
Exit the spaceship, the night winter
Shining UV rays, new age, display
These are my adventures of my summers in December