[Intro : Killah Priest]
I just zone out When I`m Writing
Yo
[Killah Priest]
The weed is lit
it`s given like an Indian gift
Passed around in a cipher
`til the bitches need pullin` tighter
Put out the fire
Blow out clouds of stress
Now`s the test
who`s the first to talk crazy?
You cough, maybe the weed is still in your lungs
You beat ya chest `til that feelin` will come
You high, viewin` a cipher behind your own eyes
Sayin` stupid shit, but to others you wise
Me, on the other hand I zone
Find a little spot to myself
`til I feel I`m alone
Talk to angels with black wings, silver halos
Build with Gabriel the Messenger
I`m Hugh Hefner, with long robes
in a porn show, women with pretty toes
the dizziest ho`s
Then I turn romantic, write in sanscript
I put on my vision that I see inside my pen
Black-out is When I`m Writing
[Hook x2 : Killah Priest]
When I`m Writing
Flows go through me right into my pen
When I`m Writing
It`s the artist within
When I`m Writing
I`m in tune with the Solomon books
When I`m Writing
It`s more than just a song and a hook
[Killah Priest]
My pen`s a crayon
with coloring books, displayin` chaos
The black seyance, with the ink pores radared
Age quasars explorin` where the mind caves are
A riches being dug from a keys graveyard
It`s the inscription written on Egyptian clay jar
I write rhymes like I`m doing time
Listen, when I hit the pen I start doing the sickest
I got the flow locked behind each bar
And if I get too wild
You can throw me in the box of ya car, it`s not that far
My pen`s an airbrush, thrown over ya favorite sweater
My notebook`s leather, I write with a feather
My pages look like a Renaissance painting
Visions of St. John`s conquerin` Satan
All made from my imagination
It`s Priest, Lord, the Bishop of Vikings
When I`m Writing
[Hook x2]
[Killah Priest]
The way that I write, it`s like a painting
I put on aprons
and brush my ink pen across the palette
Stare at the projects
`til I see somethin`, then write about it
My pad`s a canvas, filled with anthems
And words from the black panthers
to crack scramblers, to crack gamblers
to gat handlers, to cats in handcuffs
Doin` life
I lock myself in a room and I write
Rhymes I could do a life-time
When everything`s relaxed
and I`m in my right mind
I sit still for months like a monk
`til Buddha bless me and grant me
with the wishes that I want
I want a thesaurus with clairvoyants
I rhyme for the enjoyment, my mind voyages
Ever since the day that man evolved
Scrapin` white chalk on candy walls
From the Stone Age of neanderthals
I`ve been writing
[Hook x2]
