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Nag Champa Cones
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Killah Priest
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My powers don’t come from Harvard Or scholars from Ivy League college Sorry, my powers don’t come from dollars My powers come from balancing knowledge in the words I’m pronouncing True power is heard when silent Just raw talent The star gazer, god nature Darth Vader of the Vedas Sharp saber, goth slayer Dark sayer My reign is here, the art maker The arm leg a leg a arm head alpha omega Lady throb heartbreaker The crocodilе god new now for the waves back in thе days That’s why our black plays attract the gators So back, [?] The ghost jest, a breath taker These are bars here Come sit in the barber chair, sharp as razors The god whisperer for prisoners with Wallace D. Fard literature In a mixture of Hari Krishnas See my life cycles through various pictures Reincarnation of all my phases From bald to faded to corn braided to beards long and grayish I age strong and gracious Never outdated, these are my Psalms of David My bars are like AMSR and distant voices of gods A 528 hearse verse mathematically charged So Baphomets and savages get carved I rep the sun, moon and star Meaning one in tune with Allah Then appears [?] through a fog Then Jesus in Peru in a lodge Coded tree house, snowy breeze coated the leaves Covered the seeds, cups of tea sprouts Blue forest, binormal oral Rhymes open pineal portals abnormal, I’m immortal Ambiance amethyst Lazarus transit absence catalyst rapping passion analyst Killah Priest speaks insomnia relief Fall asleep, white noise, night joys and drama to reach calamitous peak Thermometers peak, Hopi chief, Dalai Lama in sheets
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