[Intro: dialogues from The Twilight Zone]
- You don't drink, do you?
- No
- Well, that's what killed my Jack. I told him it was the devil's work, but he wouldn't listen to me. And you can see where he is now
Oh, the devil's all around us, mister, all around us, everywhere we go. If we don't fight him, if we don't stand up to him, we suffer eternal torment
- Yeah, I'm sure you're right
- I know I'm right, and I'll tell you how i know. It was on a Sunday
I was ironing, if you please, and that's when it came out of a clear blue sky. Oh, the dear good Lord's own sweet breath and His voice like an electric shock- I was revelated! Oh, praise Him, mister, and praise his good works! Do you read the Book?
- What book is that?
- Why, the good Book!
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
As the night falls like black curtains all across diversions
Urban streets showered by a hundred curses
A man is murdered watching serpents now surface
Lurking through his denim purses
The birdhead chirpin', I zone-trip through seven universes
My chakras working while addicts purchase from the heroin merchants
Behind my screwed face is a gold pharaoh mask
Within my eye is an hourglass
Skin like brass, standing on unfinished corners
With bleekers on us, Lilith watches I watch her too
Through my telescope 'til this world envelopes
Inhale brimstone smoke, graphics from my canvas of hand scripts
My ink brush of luck if every sea was ink
If every tree was a pen you could see what I think
Would you do it again?, my divine presence
My throne's not for threshin', my mind's the weapon
Its essence is seven,as soon as my poem begin
Make your bones cringe, amazing like the Stonehenge
Amun-Ra
Priest, the God
- You don't drink, do you?
- No
- Well, that's what killed my Jack. I told him it was the devil's work, but he wouldn't listen to me. And you can see where he is now
Oh, the devil's all around us, mister, all around us, everywhere we go. If we don't fight him, if we don't stand up to him, we suffer eternal torment
- Yeah, I'm sure you're right
- I know I'm right, and I'll tell you how i know. It was on a Sunday
I was ironing, if you please, and that's when it came out of a clear blue sky. Oh, the dear good Lord's own sweet breath and His voice like an electric shock- I was revelated! Oh, praise Him, mister, and praise his good works! Do you read the Book?
- What book is that?
- Why, the good Book!
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
As the night falls like black curtains all across diversions
Urban streets showered by a hundred curses
A man is murdered watching serpents now surface
Lurking through his denim purses
The birdhead chirpin', I zone-trip through seven universes
My chakras working while addicts purchase from the heroin merchants
Behind my screwed face is a gold pharaoh mask
Within my eye is an hourglass
Skin like brass, standing on unfinished corners
With bleekers on us, Lilith watches I watch her too
Through my telescope 'til this world envelopes
Inhale brimstone smoke, graphics from my canvas of hand scripts
My ink brush of luck if every sea was ink
If every tree was a pen you could see what I think
Would you do it again?, my divine presence
My throne's not for threshin', my mind's the weapon
Its essence is seven,as soon as my poem begin
Make your bones cringe, amazing like the Stonehenge
Amun-Ra
Priest, the God
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