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I paint flows with the feathers from the wings of angels. Red ink from saint blood,ä. Stare into the face of a king's mug Crush grape, feel the wine jug, ill thoughts Build from the mind of rhyme, rose, off the tongue like fine rugs Let me walk you through this, for the clueless I'm Shakespeare'ing, with grey earrings Speak like Tiburians, write novels Spit it like Aristotle, face half Pharaoh And half owl, I took the path of Cairo Came back with the Dead Sea Gospel Now known as the Dead Street Apostle We shoot 'em feds, use them hollows Bullets spread, til they meet Diablo Stars in enlightment, Priest meet with Jedi Mind Tricks Reach them climates, where you can't breath Stay high off that dead weed, in the mind is where I plant seeds To grow fruit, of king's so brute, of army troops Mighty men in celestial suits You need healing, my mic give you incredible boost Where I use satellite vision, stare at my alphabetical soup Plus I use the Big Dipper to take, more than one scoop, it's Priesthood
