| Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, wow, wow
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| I see chariots in the skies
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| Men and Earth looked surprised as they flow across the sky
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| And I see the light deep into the night
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| Up there on Mars among the stars in that distant land
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| Swift as light, we took our flight, the chosen people
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| Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, Lord, Lord
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| The reasons why we here
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| Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, woah, woah
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| The reasons why we here
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| Before being born without physical form, a void in the vast
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| My space voyage begins between the asteroid
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| Before I landed upon the planet, it looked abandoned
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| Lost and stranded
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| I became a force that demanded life laws took flight
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| One course of the night, searched for any source of life
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| Light was the know the ledge coming from the edge of the Universe
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| Went past the Moon to the Earth, then from the womb to the nurse
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| With a slight remembrance how I came from a distance
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| To an instant existence with 5 senses
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| The quest for man repentance
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| While others cried, I exercised my third eye by hearing a lullaby
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| Then I magnified inside and became intelligent and wise
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| Transformed from the celestial
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| Shot through a sexual terrestrial’s testicle vessel
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| Small as a decimal where I nestle
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| Nine months later, special delivery, the Killah P-R-I-E-S-T
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| From the fetus to the cleavage, from atoms to Adams
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| From atoms to Adams, from atoms to Adams
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| I see chariots in the skies
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| Men and Earth look surprised as they flow across the sky
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| And they see the light deep between the night
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| Up there on Mars among the stars in that distant land
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| So I begin between the meteorite, now I walk like Christ
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| Except I’m not sacrificed by the righteous parasite
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| Searching for paradise which is the birthright
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| Of a celestial Nazarite with appetites to bite from the Tree of Life
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| To smite Edomites, Sodomite, Moabites in the land of Canaanites
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| Following 6 flaming lights burning over 1 million degrees Fahrenheit
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| Bright as neon beyond the satellites
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| The flight takes me over cattle stocks
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| Blocks of ice, I began to flock, flock, flocked
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| Flocked across Mecca with a vivid projector
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| Seeking my accepter, looking at Rebecca
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| Two sons bopping through Jerusalem like the hoodlum, aahh
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| Principalities enables me to see the other galaxies
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| Releasing all calories by 8 author biters and allergies
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| I’m the author and the writer of a biography with God prophecies and challenge
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| Egyptology philosophies and Greek mythologies
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| Going through the glossaries of Socrates
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| With Pharisees and Sadducees
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| Going through geology with degrees I contact the Hasmonean dynasty
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| Approximately 168 BC
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| Transform from the Wu Killa Bee into the families of the Maccabee
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| I can see every species in 3D and hear them clear as CDs
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| During my pilgrimage, I walked through the wilderness
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| I had the privilege to see the pyramids
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| Which gave me the will to live
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| To roam through the villages and heal the kids
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| Walk across a bridge strong as Farrakhan
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| As a voice echo like Sarah Vaughan across the great Amazon
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| Stretching out my hand like Yon till it reach Babylon
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| Behold the physic phenomenon, quiet storm
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| I wander out on horizon from the top of holy mount Zion
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| Holding a staff and turned into a python
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| Killah Priest a living icon
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| Sitting in the form of a pentagon in the center of the octagon
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| Walking from Tyre to Sidon to Lebanon to the walls of Hong Kong
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| Recite the 23rd Psalm, long gone before the crack of dawn
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| Dodging and weaving through the Garden of Eden without eating
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| Speeding, throbbing, lobbing, evolving all the regions
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| As they flow across the sky
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| Those that were uncivilized was chastised
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| While the civilized were baptised
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| Twelve Tribes began to rise like bees from the hive
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| Causing seeds with their wives
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| Starting apartheid as scribes carried the archives
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| Follow the star guide as we glide through the windows of the far side
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| Across the dark sky, then over the ocean tides
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| The unidentified flying object hovers the projects
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| Scenery, Gothic sky can pass for darkness
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| As the thugs transform into prophets, the body becomes cosmic
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| As the floor becomes carpet they rise from out the toxic
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| And the wasteland and the garbage
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| Where faces of various shades of chocolate
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| Dropping their narcotics and the pork sausage
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| No longer Hell’s hostage
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| From atoms to Adams.
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| (as they flow across the sky.)
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| From atoms to Adams.
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| (as they flow across the sky.)
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| From atoms to Adams.
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| (ever see the light, deep into the night
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| Of daily mars among the stars
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| In that distant land…) |