Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Citrin , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album Planet of the Gods, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.06.2015
Record label: Proverbs
Song language: English
Citrin |
| Predictions like Bible scriptures traditions and tribalism |
| So step right up see it all if you’re quick enough |
| To get in line for the most prolific rhyme |
| Any clear idea what you’re trying to trace? |
| An asteroid, an orbed mineral safe in a shell, a shell of stone |
| With power, in this shell something travelled to the Earth |
| Alive — as far as we know it |
| Is there a fifth planet, there’s no doubt about this it’s giving us CS sequence |
| It’s the Asteroid |
| What’s the distance? |
| Something over 500,000 miles |
| Where these stones were once computers is tomb raided by looters |
| Excavation rumors said these rulers died from a tumor |
| From the Land of Sumer, sat around blowing hookah |
| The unknown off the coast close to Montezuma |
| The ancient man from the future |
| Raised on thoughts of Buddha |
| In the page I lost my humor |
| Now rage is my consumer now the rhymes are incredible |
| Format impeccable concepts intellectual |
| My page is bi-sexual my pen grabs its testicles |
| Cause the mind is very flexible |
| I fuck with the track because the rap could be edible |
| Digestible medical terrible incurable |
| Identical to hetero terrestrial for his genitals |
| Rap professional I can reach celestial pinnacles |
| Or catch a mineral place it in the subliminal memorable |
| Remove the nitrates watch his mind break |
| As his soul vibrate at a high rate |
| His spirit gyrate at a speed he can’t titrate |
| Brains broken, it’ll never work again |
| Malfunction |
| Now I got the Citrin, polish it with the friction |
| Word of diction make you scared like superstition |
| I got the Citrin, polish it with the friction |
| Word of diction make you scared like superstition |
| 432 Hertz I put in this verse A elder from Earth |
| Welded the universe into the heavens and hammered the bracelet |
| Around the god’s basement then going into myself |
| Then coming out multiplying the creation |
| By adding and separating playing with the magnets |
| Of the planets the size of thought is gigantic |
| Engineering the data on my writing base |
| That’s where all the gods would gather — life in space |
| Increasing the lights in the matter for size and shape |
| Throwing the matter into the stratosphere |
| Am I clear can you hear picking up some static fanatic |
| New exhaust memory loss wintery frost on your mothers board |
| Impale a rapper then grab another sword |
| All gauges locked to prepare for shuttle war |
| Shoot nukes from out my booth |
| Send rocket dogs envied the size of parachute |
| The comet at night, the Cosmic Christ |
| A cross, made of quartz, you’re in a gothic night |
| He bleed til his arteries shut off |
| I put his conscious on ice tombs with air compressors |
| For the ancestors — to wait. |
| Roll back the stones |
| I’m coming from space I told him he’ll never repair again |
| Take him through currents and RPMs take off his head then his limbs |
| Rip him apart then put him back together, Press start |
| Destroy his ego with the torpedo sharks |
| Took the Citrin from the planet Saturn |
| Placed it in the Garden of Eden for Eve and Adam |
| It’s for liberation and Karma, check my armor in rapping |
| I took Armageddon and placed it in my pages for ages |
| As disaster |
| Yo I got the Citrin, polish it with the friction |
| Word of diction make you scared like superstition |
| I got the Citrin, polish it with the friction |
| Word of diction make you scared like superstition |