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Big Country - Mystic lyrics
[Intro: Killah Priest]
 Beyond divine intellect
 Yeah, spotted
 The almighty Priest
 Body, it's Priest that's gave body, thirteen
 [Killah Priest]
 Priest the goblin, the yellow, streets be robbin'
 I'm throbbin', into my head, we move in cobwebs
 You see a large bed filled with holage
 Just do the knowledge, remind them
 Sit down, their palms are red, I'm the Mystic
 Black finger nails, blue lipstick
 Who is this? You hear music in the background
 You see backs and hear sounds, your trapped now
 You see wolves and blood hounds
 You the big bear in the hood and still a thug now
 I'm turnin' the streets into graveyards
 We lay them in cages, the eons left precise in clay jars
 Put 'em in tombs with mummies, and foreign countries
 Slept under the stars monthly, I'm starvin', hungry
 I pray to God on one knee
 Explodin' quasars confront me
 In the heavens I'm one legend, peace to Genie
 Many Shieks have seen me, many gypsies are misty
 Present from the Pharoahs themselves
 Share their myths in pyramids
 Late wives bein' curious, my spirit lives
 Forseen sectors from my ancestors
 Burried beneath the sand treasures
 You should know I'ma one legend
 [Chorus: Killah Priest]Big Country - Mystic - http://motolyrics.com/big-country/mystic-lyrics.html
 I inherit this jewel, never sit with a fool
 Never eat with no booze, they'll poison ya food
 Who in ya ?, enter the room
 That main body shit rule
 I inherit this jewel, never sit with a fool
 Never eat with no booze, they'll poison ya food
 Who in ya ?, enter the room
 That main body shit rule
 That main body shit rule
 [Killah Priest]
 Turn into King Tut when my ink touch the paper
 I seen images of Asia, had visions of saviours
 In the ghettoes the Devil's painting is that of serpant
 Who does he worship, better serve us or turn to dust
 I bug out like I'm smokin' a bomb
 I seen niggas in coat of arms
 Vikings, Knights, Kings the sky's brightenin' from lightenin'
 Angels give me white wings to fly away
 In Heavens hotter ways, night turns to day
 Back to darkness over the projects
 The Indians fear and clap calm 'til they bodies dead
 And wings come out their back bone and they flap home
 Crack thrones with King's slumped bodies over
 Killed by my soldiers I've told ya
Chorus
 [Outro: Killah Priest]
 Bodies baby, 2002
 Give it to 'em
 Get away, the guns'll spray








