k**ah Priest - Movie lyrics

[Chorus and 1/2: k**ah Priest w/ sample] To the listeners, here's a movie I write in black and white, or color It goes deeper than Warner Bros., or Steven Spielsberg You can feel the words, I write rhymes you can see It's not just punch lines, it's a movie, it's a movie [sample - during chorus: Master Fool] For all the land there's Earth [k**ah Priest] Inside my head, there's an auditorium, with rows of empty chairs Right above, light bulbs fill the chandeliers Right below, there's a balcony, that's where I would be I look again, now there's crowded seats And an audience surrounding me, the lights go low And out of nowhere, my notepad glows Then a motion screen show, my paper becomes a movie screen Each word is a character that plays a part in the scene You start to see pictures, but it's only for the listeners Welcome to the theater [Chorus] [k**ah Priest] For the admission, all you gotta do is pay attention My ushers guide you, to where I'll be sitting It's the intermission, all you gotta do is listen To get a clear vision, the way I be spitting The story changes with the rhythms It comes at you in 3D, it's not just a CD It's more like DVD (to tape it), I turn radios to TV's My pen: the projector, and I'm the director Each line guides my recta, I turn looseleafs to whole movies Color show is Rudy, a film written by him, rated KP Bring your lady or your babies, sit through the album Turn up the volume, stare at the speakers Til suddenly your in the bleachers Lookin' at the main features, viewing the coming attractions Guns blastin', tons of action [Chorus] [k**ah Priest] I got love stories that turn gory From Mafia hits, to politics, follow my lips Acknowledge my flicks, once I stopped writing, the room brightens I pick up my pen, then the movie ends I stop the flow, then the curtains close The audience stands and leaves the rows At the same time, another group comes to see the show I put down my pen, then the movie plays again It's the vision, what I'm sayin', rewind the time in your mind Yo, sit back, the seat reclines, you read the credits A barrage of letters, the ink comes up in cartoons I'm in a dark room, the words become characters Actors, with leading roles I talk from the bullhorn, which is the pen I hold Capital letters become buildings filled with children Or merry-go-rounds, lights, cameras, action, the stereo sound My pen's a wooden puppet, and I'm the ventriliquist I turn listeners to the vision-ists My hands written in scripts from Gods to gangstas To painters, to King Tut, what up? To entertainers, it's all good, when I write With this piece of wood, it's a movie [Chorus]