Citrin - Killah Priest

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