Poets Clutch Killah Priest

[Verse 1]
You found the hit switches
The inscription written was forbidden and is unforgiven by the unliving
You were the sun-stricken, my source is hidden
My thoughts has no limits
Now your expedition leads you to the heart of the unknown temple
Heavy Mental
In the dark, try to read the paragraphs as you walk up the narrow path
A arrow pass, the floors tremble
May be an avalanche
Grab the pharaoh’s hand
You are now in the shadow lands where you have no plans
It’s like a dream world, the crossroads
You talk slow, your thoughts go as you stumble
This was foretold
You’re a lost soul, sweating like you’re in the Sahara
Or certainly it’s the North Pole
You caught cold, you cough low, blood come out, then it’s dry mouth
Dizziness, you see five routes
Confused, I leave clues, but time’s out
Then I aim at the target like a painting artist
You had a brush with death with no stroke of luck
I draw blood, this is a poet’s clutch
The dead prophets wake up, talk to you about Jacob
You stumble in surprise
They can walk and talk
You bump into the Ark of the Covenant
Two whiffs of green smoke burst forth
Was it poison or angel dust?
The all eye seeing, in God we trust
Your face flush
None of my bars are ever rushed
Tibetan book of the dead [?]
Swirling within the zen
Bursting out the flame shows Gandhi
In the album frame, is it me or Garvey?
I took it to the hundredth degree, if you can’t see, I’m sorry