Nightmare Da Unholy Priest - The Emerald Cypher lyrics

[Intro] n***as listen to this sh** right now Got this sh** goin down That New World Order, n***as is holdin it down n***as ain't ready man, everybody know what time it is man Y'all n***as listenin to this sh** right now All my n***as in the street Man y'all n***as know what time it is, are they ready? Let's see it, let's see if these n***as is ready man [k**ah Priest] My brain is a coliseum unfinished, an art museum that none vision A mausoleum before the Sun risen Dark wisdom, break the order of the magic witches The tablet that we gifted, fall in the hands of the music business The sacred oath, the snakish popes He flinches, I take his ghost Shadow war, we battle for The emerald ring that unfold wings When you enter the temple they sing, hieroglyphs Up a spiral cliff, follow the monk for months Close your eyes when his disciples is sent Every morn' the first satellite hit I spit, the prayer laws recite from scripts Then it's back to the silence Patient observe the lotus bud, I write the scroll on each clove This is discipline before beast mode Follow G-O-D code Fondle my prayers beads under a pear tree, this prepares me Then a chair was formed by the bees I bared the dare, come around me I won't speak for weeks, I hold my tongue Now I can hold the Sun - how is it I outnumber y'all? And y'all got me by 6 to 1 (y'all got me by 6 to 1) [Born Sun] The Elohim hold court in the ether Decidin the fate of the human race I plead my case through the speakers Sun the rapper who mastered the dark matter The God particle ma** created to smash atoms Deal with energies that vibrate at higher frequencies Your chakra's gotta be in line to even speak to me Journey through time and I doubt you'll ever find A shine on minds like mine that dwarf Einstein See I confuse Confucius, with a complex theory of evolution With mind power that devoured Isaac Newton Heaven on Earth? Nah! It's more like some sort of Hell War with Satan ground shakin from the mortar shell Escape the Matrix like Morpheus Dodgin bullets in slow motion like we smokin some dust But my third eye's bright enough to spar with the Dalai Lama Verbal projectiles pierce spiritual body armor I'ma, master builder from an enslaved mason Tryna hide my true identity as my creation Lines I scribed identify who I'm facin It's war! And either you a God or a Satan "Lyrical Law" draws the paper thin line between love and hate Decide if you destroy or create They think it's verbal but this warfare is spiritual We box 'em in, apply pressure to his physical Check one two, who got more style than Sun do? None do, solar flare your Earth duke, son you I body the mic, I body the beat I body the MC with the audacity to flow after me [K-Rino] My automated system got eight wicked concoctions If that don't satisfy press nine for more options (BOOOOP) I can't believe you just did that Twenty thousand wigs just concurrently slid back Ha~! I blow flames in hot dosages If I get too thirsty the Earth'll be oceanless Feelings don't move me, I guess I'm emotionless Sick party host, piñata full of locustses Bobbin for live grenades inside a bucket I know the plural pronunciation is "locust" but f** it What are the percentages of a man actually choking to d**h After swallowing phonetic images? I spit unlimited pandemics, deliberately distributing Millions of rappers skin grafts and can't spit it As I child I would see and slay; they'd check my room And find my imaginary friend's imaginary DNA It's gutwrenching - my ultimate intention Is to sit on top of The Tower of Infinite Ascension K-Rino the agg' jackal who ravages natural Like V in the alphabet I keep comin after you The judge said for the sake of my health I've been ordered to stay a hundred miles away from myself You ain't hard! You a fake, I won't stop until I've blown his cover You softer than the baby sister of a Jonas Brother [Canibus] You ain't a behavioural scientist, why you dyin to spit? You try too hard when you rhymin with 'Bis, try again Approved this for public release, f** with the beast With bucked teeth bust your guns or get rushed in the streets Handcuffed to the back of the Jeep, blindfolded You hear a foreign language they speak, you do not know it Kidnapped to Kemet through Khartoum to parched sand dunes To a dark room, to witness your doom Bash you in the face with the mag, rope around your neck Over a tree branch, hoist you up with three sandbags You sh** yourself, your pants sag Global broadcast, man that's sad, they lynched him in the lab Twenty-four apprentices for hardcore fellowship Twenty-four masters, twenty-four lyricists Dead to the world, alive to the hearts that are pure If you endure your mind's open doors Complete the last step without crossin my rep Who's next? What possessed you to jump off a cliff? I spit darts, once you stop the Hip Hop juggernaut k** you bloodclot, you stink like jungle rot Me llamo a Hermann Bushido Dogan Shotokan The prototype of the first proto rhyme With combined payloads, my glide bombs provide flows That cause World War II d**h tolls at live shows Independently targeted, bombin sh** from so high up In the atmosphere you lose consciousness No oxygen, only Canibus antioxidants Think about it, why spit into a bottomless pit? I'm so isolated lyrically, they put me in a desert facility To test my abilities, check out my melodies Designed by Pratt & Whitney, rap so swiftly TAW-50 following me cause you're with me Your hot bars are lukewarm, let me school y'all Intravenously cold blooded coolin coils are runnin through my jaws The Sun's hot - I'm warmer; the metaphor explorer I give a order, you can't cross the border! We ain't religious, don't talk about the Torah We'll crucify you on the cross for a quarter Welcome to my House of Slaughter, signing on the roster Go downstairs, put your stuff in the locker And come back, let me see what you got son, I dropped him Rappers steppin to me? I ain't the one Spontaneous nucleonic you the opposite, be honest You produce reduced knowledge, your discography is dishonest Both promise, change your name to MC Silence Yes, your album inspired me, no I didn't buy it Talk back, n***a get fired I'll erase your verse off the track so fast you'll wake up tired Candles go out, darkness infiltrate the house What the f** he talkin 'bout? He got a mental case mouth I forced him to his knees, told him to face South Empty your PayPal bank account before I blow your brains out Untouchable since the day I came out That's why these wack n***as keep callin my name out How the f** they gon' change that now? How they sound? I'ma put him in the ground, Lyrical Law style How you liked at me then, how you liked me now How you liked me in the future when I'm wearin that crown The crown is invisible, you don't have to be a loud individual You act like Hip Hop is all you listen to If that's true, this is for you Then I'ma keep rippin you, cause that's what Canibus do If that's true, this is for you And I'ma keep rippin you, cause that's what Canibus do