Scrolls

[Verse 1]
The godfather, the don, the Corleone, the seance
The ceremony say raps of higher forms, quiet storm
Distant lightning, different writing for worlds above and beyond
The eons where spirits were born
Behind history, the mystery, the rhyme was fixed by me
With clouds and matter, black planets would gather
I beat and plow, the others thought it was disaster
I imploded then I wrote it and quote it
The universe took notes, the second solstice
The third day he stayed focused
The first army I would see was a plague of roaches
Then place outer space, from the rock showers to this place
Empowered my faith, allowed her to base
Then I would see storms form when I’m walking
I stay silent, inside was a chalice, on the top was a palace
[?] king called knowledge
His service was my disturbance
Woool let the earth twist
I spit them pictures that’s perfect, wordsmith
From a hundred and twenty million worlds
Where milk flows over pearls like rivers over boulders
The king of this land is a girl
The devil’s his woman that grew from a dungeon
Corrosion, she smells
Her name is [?], the first [?]

[Chorus]
My tablets are savage
These graphics are madness
These chapters are scavenged
These herbs of blackness

My tablets are savage
These graphics are madness
These chapters are scavenged
These herbs of blackness

[Verse 2]
Tomb raiders and gladiators with Sagittarius
Looking for the bag buried beneath the cliff
Spoils from remote areas
I keep writing, a priest and a viking on a horse talk
Asking directions from a man that reads thoughts
Seven pieces of gold for your fortune told
They shook their head no
He pointed east and said, “Now go”
I keep writing
A Greek giant named Tyrus stepping on Persian soldiers, blood all over
The winter’s colder, disturbing, a man grabbed his cobra
The Persian king said, “the nerve of them”
Heard their schemes, sent word to their regime
Said a prayer, and god sent a [?] down the giant’s throat when he bolts
He choked, falling towards the ground
The tiny soldiers kept spears to his throat
From Shakespeare’s ghost
This is what I wrote, I awoke
Seven spears, heaven cleared
I saw glory telling time, my destiny’s here
I shout to help me get there, but they told me turn slowly
I did, I saw myself actually help me get up there
I’m looking down from a chair then around in the air
I’m finally here rubbing my beard
Writing paper, now I’m on a horse riding in Asia
Talking to nature, walking along craters
My [?] outside of my flesh, my flesh inside of a stone
The stone on top of a mountain, the mountains hold up a throne
Since I was young, playing with Crayons
The ball on a pen seemed big as [?]
That’s a roll on but hold on
Soon the vultures will make a poor meal of what is left
Will my soul go upward or northwest?

[Chorus]
My tablets are savage
These graphics are madness
These chapters are scavenged
These herbs of blackness

My tablets are savage
These graphics are madness
These chapters are scavenged
These herbs of blackness