| If, there is any such thing at all as intelligence | 
| And love, and beauty, well, you found it in other people | 
| Sitting in my chair, then the vision appears | 
| Staring at the wall, the wall turned into the spheres | 
| And the spheres held the planets | 
| Some were distant, some near | 
| Outer limits, I in a instant was there | 
| Warm currents were rushing, infinities came in abundance | 
| Centuries seasons Zodiac by the dozens | 
| Prophesying thy coming, and it was told | 
| I hold the mic way beyond the hundreds | 
| The mic turned to greatness | 
| Greatness took me to the sacred places to give | 
| Threw glory over me like a blanket | 
| Then I reclined so I can see the design | 
| Voice said close your eyes, cuz all we need is your mind | 
| And the rhyme like a storm as the currents blew me on | 
| Through gasses, I saw places where planets were born | 
| And the voice that spoke to my ghost majestic | 
| Let’s show you the essence | 
| Let’s reveal to you the presence | 
| The Seventh Seal of the heavens | 
| Within the will of the legend | 
| The seal of the lessons | 
| The skill is perfection | 
| Knights kneel before the weapon | 
| Alchemist of the sinister | 
| To heal within the message | 
| To build effervescent | 
| I feel shadows all around me | 
| They said they’re just the pharaohs tryna crown me | 
| There’s tarots of crystal balls within your boundaries | 
| You’re now free to explore | 
| All the visions encountings your mind can soar | 
| For all the wisdom and counseling | 
| A psychic mystique; | 
| I’ve been writing for weeks | 
| Every time I say a rhyme it whitens my teeth | 
| Make angels pillars of stone — people pillars of salt | 
| What I reveal under the cloth, when Killah would talk | 
| Swimming in the cosmic gulf, and the rivers of thought | 
| Where the healers was taught | 
| But in the mirrors seem lost | 
| And they finished the planet Tiamat on the Shabbat | 
| Then they planted Eden crops when the evening would drop | 
| When there was nothingness | 
| That’s when Yah made the covenant | 
| On the cross' blood would drip and the corpse buzzards pick | 
| Time and admiration, stress and aggravation | 
| I don’t do yoga but I can stretch your imagination | 
| God tears turns into prayer beads | 
| Falls over the neck of Cardinal wearing the wooden Mary | 
| Whisper verses over the buried, in the Celtic cemetery | 
| And he held it till his visions were heavy | 
| Like a time machine saw the dynasty of kings | 
| Through the mind it was seen, the skyline turned to wings | 
| We wear paint beads, water or oil | 
| Saint holy men, beggar or royal | 
| Angels, devils, or aliens, which do you believe in more? | 
| Do you receive or restore? | 
| Do you want peace or war? | 
| Do you wish to live free or by law? | 
| It gets deep to the core | 
| We perform prayers faster than charities | 
| Go on pilgrimage but do we know what real healing is? | 
| Research a million in years, the real healing is here | 
| Without the billion, I became a billionaire | 
| From natural disaster, till the days of dinosaurs, the raptors | 
| To common laws, to all kinds of war, till the rapture |