The Winged People - Killah Priest

Do you really know?

Or were you taught what you know?

Do you believe or do you know?

Is your faith blind?

Or is it bright as the sun?

They were here before Adam, descendants of Anu/

Took on mortal fashion, built them selves statues/

In the image of themselves, to worship themselves/

Built towers to themselves, to remind them where they fell/

They came from a station in space, an angelical race/

Giant in stature, helmet and cape, that they wore/

Visited this planet to explore, long journeys from they own because their race

had war/

It’s said they called their planet Nibiru, and that they were fallen heroes/

They saw gold, saw tree’s and life more liberal/

Astronauts with afro and locks, jet beamed into a ziggurat and crashed on rocks/

1.21 jigawatts, some passed over crops/

In tablet legends, they said they opened the flood gates of heaven/

Describing their monstrous brethren, chopping up their grandparents into seven/

Pieces, now they looking for a region, they travel eastern/

Found a garden called Eden, they saw a being/

Force to bow before Baal, Or be exiled with a tribe of reptiles now called

Rothschilds' and X-Files

Life begins breathing hydrogen inside of high winds, milky way, violins/

Heard by the wisemen, observed in Orion/

The windows with no end, the black glass and a sea that extends/

Within that sea exists carbohydrate’s, these gods were hybrids/

That went back and forth until they mixed with star bred/

In the foods of thought, with proteins, protons and atoms produced the whole

theme/

To infinity to density, the matter, the Adam, the cell, to organisms and

metamorphism/

The waters of the living, to bodies and back to godly/