Corrección Letra Stare Directly Into The Sun par Killah Priest

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Letra

I am the memory of centuries
I am the winter trees
I am the mystery
I am the hidden history
I am unliving and the living epiphany
I am a soft prayer, and I am witchery
The way to my sarcophagus, I am trickery
Unearth me and curse thee
Only those that I find worthy will I give mercy
Other than that, the air will become murky
Your food will become mercury
For all the nations have committed perjury
Urgency state of emergency
But personally my well is only for the thirsty
If you excite the dead, there’s spiderwebs
You feel light in the head
Your manna from heaven is called tiger’s bread
Dragon breath
Planet X
Before and after Adam’s death
Disintegrate Esau ’til there’s only atoms left

In my immortal sunshine, the water becomes wine
The clouds’ll combine during the flood time
Check my bloodline
Descendent of fourth kind
The Malachi York mind
I walk and talk rhymes
Never force lines and in all sorts find
Pure thought like a chief on the source ride
The Levites were the priests of the lost tribe
The key to life is to teach and exhort y’all
The Edomites is the beast
The all eye seeing
Reason with the demon
His eyes are his gleaming
In the pyramid scheming
From the Europeans
The great seal
Observe before you break your bail
They started banks but Rockefellers couldn’t take a [?]
How I feel
Summer came, now it’s gone
Autumn rain, now it’s storms
September, less timber
October, November
Cold enters, December, deep winters
January, new plans and hurry
It’s February, feds are scary
Tax receipt, cash or plea
Backtrack last week
Calming folks, pro althletes
Corporate elites
Dog parks, March
April showers, rainbow flowers
May, June, last days of school, they cool
July fruit flies
August invisible garden, nocturnal forest
Came back around my eternal conscious
Bipolar flowers
Insects infect trees are solar powered
Sacred natives in the medical circle
While a chief painted on the shell of a turtle
Little Running Deer hunted a hare
Snuck behind it slowly, [?] a spear
Young rabbits unaware once the summer is near
These are hallucinogenic frontiers
Only mystics come here
Sunlight shimmers in the rivers
The salmon’s lunch for the bear
Broken terrains of cliffs
Outcrops and ravines
Streams filled with fish
Quiet nights and quiet light
There’s movement
The moon lit
The lagoon mist

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